Trembling, Samandriel couldn't help the way his body responded, his fingers tight around Carrick's shoulders. He didn't think the vampire was going to fuck him now, but Carrick surprised him before.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, giving up the fight for now and just allowing it to happen. Mitchell wasn't far. Mitchell would put him back together soon and he'd manage to calm his Master down enough to avoid what could only be described as an Incident.
"As my lord wishes," he said, though there was no conviction in it, only the distance of a young man cutting himself off from what was happening to him.