Duncan allowed himself to get lost in the pros of bedding another vampire. He bit and was bitten. Bled and bled for. Fucked hard and fast without care and revealed in all of it. He embraced the side of him that had lay dormant for far too long.
His tongue moved out, circling his lips, tasting of Byron as he continued to thrust hard into the vampire. He met Byron's outcries with grunts and groans of his own. Though when the knife pierced through his hand, pinning it to Byron's side, another strong hiss poured from between his teeth.
Duncan took that as a sign that he could be as rough and violent as he wanted. His free hand moved over Byron's, placing it onto the target before sending a knife through Byron's hand and pinning him there. Stepping back a little, he bent Byron at the waist and continued to pound into him hard.
The heat coiled within him and even as he began to spill himself into the depths of Byron, he did not relent. His hips kept jolting forward, slamming into the other man until they were both once again leaning against the target. Duncan's head dipped low, taking the flesh of Byron's shoulder into his mouth and sinking his teeth down into him. He wasn't quite ready to release his hold. Not ready to go back into the so called real world just yet.