"Yes, well Management employees beings far more powerful than us, so I suppose not making them cross is a needed thing." He hummed, feeling the grip of Conor around him. The sensations were heightened in the wake of the Fae blood in his system; he did not normally hold anything as a favourite, not caring enough about things to have them, but he could say that the high from Fae blood was, in fact, his favourite feeling.
He moaned under Conor's attentions, rolling his hips against him. His hands ran down to Conor's hips, nails digging in. Head swimming, little could have told Byron that the night would go as such. His playtoy finding something they could mutually appreciate worked in Byron's favour and with any luck would bring Conor back to his beck and call. Good influences from other fae be damned, darkness was the warmth of life.