Conor groaned, snapping his hips without thinking about it. One bloody hand came up to twine itself in Byron's hair, more to keep himself from falling over than anything else. Byron's hand was winding him up, and between that and being drank from, he felt slightly lightheaded. But in the best way.
"This is why, despite the fact that I can be a mouthy shit, I never said 'bite me' to you," he laughed breathlessly.