His own eyes had closed after a moment of him getting out of his own head, small little noises coming from him here and there. The subtle scrape of fangs on him along with the slow, teasing pace was enough. The feeling of a hand on his, however, made him blink doen at the other vampire, the blacks of his eyes over taking the blue. It didnt take long for him to realize what Kit wanted with that motion, wringing a loud groan from Booker. He was giving him a control that the younger of them wasn't used to.
The hand against the back of his head wiggled into his hair, holding on, while the other hand settled on the tree, fingers digging into the bark. He wanted it to go slow, wanted to feel Kit work his tongue like he had been. Booker couldnt help but keep the younger mans nose against his pelvis, another little noise coming from him at the vibration. After it stopped, he pulled Kit's head back, slow again. "Your fangs.."