Bryon's quickening breath only added to the desire that had been building within Duncan's own slacks. The fingers moving through his hair with a tug, added more to it. His desire was more than apparent as Byron's hips pressed against his own, as was Byron's. It had been awhile since he had been with another vampire, but it wasn't a notion that he found easy to let go of.
"I'm good for a great many things, lad." Duncan grinned as he was moved across the tent, his back pressed to the target and Byron's muscled body stood before him. "Do ye think we canna combine the two?" Duncan's tongue darted out, Byron's blood still on it as he ran his tongue over the lips of the Brit before him.
A small taste was all he allowed himself for the moment before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and moving hands around Byron's body. Quickly, it was not Duncan's back pressed against the target, but rather Byron's chest.
His hands moved down to the waistband of Byron's pants, quickly releasing the button and zipper before sliding his hand inside. Fingers wrapped around the hardened excitement, holding onto it for a moment as his face leaned forward, resting his forehead against the nape of Byron's neck.
How long had it been? His mind fluttered to the last vampire he had been with. His maker... his... No he didn't want to think about it. Not then. It only upset him. Instead he concentrated on the stiffness in his hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Aye..." He breathed. "Combine the two then..." With that he released Byron's excitement and shoved the pants to the floor, relieving Byron of the material.