Booker could only swallow hard at the quickening of the pace, his head once more going back against the tree. If he had to breathe, he'd probably be stuttering right now. It was just that... it felt so good. When the hum was repeated, his own noise was repeated, his face tilting down to look back at Kit a moment before he pulled away. He twitched slightly at the little pop, but let out a noise of unhappiness, lips parted.
A noise half way between a groan and a laugh left him, and he reached down to pull his chin up a little. "That's not what I meant." His voice was low, obvious with the pleasure he was feeling. "I wanted more." With Kit's mouth not being on him, he was able to get ahold of himself a little better. He'd been with other vampires but none had really done this unless they were already waist deep in the evening. "Please... don't stop."