The hiss merely brought a greater smile to Byron's face. The swift movement of the blade across his chest quickened his breath. Each little reaction from Duncan turned Byron on ever more. Pressure built below the zipper of his pants as the Scot's tongue danced over and into the new wound. Byron could be sure he had a good use for that tongue if Byron required it.
Bringing his free hand up, Byron grabbed onto the ginger mane and pulled the bigger male away from the wound. "If I don't get anger from you, then what good are you for?" Byron teased, pushing the subject. His hips pressing back against Duncan's.
Using the momentary advantage, Byron pushed Duncan back across the tent until his back was against the person-sized target. Brilliant blue eyes sparkled in challenge; knowing the Scot would try to overpower him and being fine with the notion. "Is this my lesson over the fight or a very different kind of lesson?" He whispered against the other man's lips before releasing the ginger locks.