The tangling of Booker's fingers in his hair caused Kit to groan once more as he pulled back and sunk down on the other man's cock with a slightly quicker pace. He continued to do so, hoping to draw more sounds from Booker as his movements, long and deep, grew faster. His eyes, his own hazel irises blown dark with the black of his pupils, gazed up as he paused, the tip of his nose pressed lightly against Booker's skin, and he gave himself a moment to repeat the sound he had made in the hopes of getting Booker to let out the same sound again.
Allowing Booker to manoeuvre him, Kit drew away from his cock with a playful pop before he settled back on his calves and cocked his head curiously. At the mention of his fangs, Kit swallowed whilst arching a questioning brow. "What about them?" he asked, his voice a little more husky now. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, that wasn't the intention." As if to rectify the situation, he stroked his thumbs lightly over Booker's hipbones before moving in and placing a sensual trail of open mouthed kisses across his abdomen.