Conor groaned into Byron's mouth, because yes, good, his hand was back and Conor liked that. His own hand kept up its work, even if it hadn't been quite as smooth as before. Byron might have been getting rather high on Fae blood, but Conor was almost feeling like a different person.
His head fell back, and his entire body started to feel light. Though whether from pleasure or blood loss, he wasn't sure. Probably both. The bites didn't even hurt, and the mad little voice in his head only further encouraged him. A moan of his own escaped his lips. "That good, hmm?" he asked, once he could speak properly.