Byron pulled Connor into another kiss, still as dark but with a more naturally appreciative feel. Having had a fae's blood a week prior, Byron experienced a greater euphoria at Connor's. Moving around the other man's stroke, his fingers wrapped Connor once more messaging him in the offbeat of Connor's rhythm.
"If only you could feel this," he moaned into his ear. His lips found a different spot along Connor's neck, another bite quickly following. "Like tearing someone apart." Byron's ideas of euphoria and excitement might not match the mundane norms.