As the Fae's blood moved down his chin, Byron licked it off, humming in pleasure as it filled his senses. Fae blood acted like the opiates he once took as a human, making his mind swirl.
The knife torn into Byron's pants, the blood spreading out into the fabric as the Fae continued to draw. Undoing Conor's pants, Byron reached between the fabric and started to stroke the other man. The bend of Conor's neck hummed with the blood just under the surface. With all the blood loss Byron suffered from indulging the Fae and his own pleasure of the cut, his hunger grew. Moving his hand away from Conor's neck, he licked the neck before his fangs sunk in. The use of his fangs in this way caused no pain, as that of a bat's bite had a numbing agent to it. Byron moaned, his hand in COnor's pants continuing its actions as he drank deeply.