With desires burning and need growing greater by the minute, Duncan groaned at the feel of Byron's hand against the front of his slacks. His hands moved to relieve himself of his own fabric, once it fell to the floor, Duncan pressed his hips against Byron's backside.
There were no words that could form in the moment, it had become much less about a confrontation and much more about pure primal need. The time that had gone past since his last round with another vampire, was time that seemed to last forever. Humans needed a more gentle touch, more care. But not vampires. And it was with that thought that Duncan's hand reached up to the blade still embedded in Byron's side and twisted it.
Fresh blood poured from the wound, Duncan could feel it hitting his own body, he moved back slightly so that the blood could coat him where he wished for it to be. Fingers soaked up blood as it seeped from the wound, then moved down slowly over the curve of Byron's ass. He did not wait for permission or let too much time pass by before sliding his fingers between those cheeks and reaching the puckered hole of his desired target.
Once prepped, Duncan moved himself back into place, one hand firmly gripping Byron's shoulder, the other guided himself into the other vampire. A low growl vibrated through his chest as he sheathed himself inside of Byron, his now free hand moved to the vampire's hip, pulling him closer. Teeth bared and grazed against the back of Byron's neck, fighting against the desire to bite down.