It was the sound of Booker's head banging against the tree trunk that caught Kit's attention, with him drawing back curiously to see what had made the noise. Once he realised what had happened, he let out a low chuckle as his hands trailed down to caress the other man's thighs as well as his backside, nails grazing across the skin as he kept his gaze fixed on the younger vampire's face.
"You okay there?" he asked, amusement in his voice despite the new depth caused by overuse. Before the other man had a chance to respond, Kit was once more on him, his lips parting to lavish a spattering of open mouthed kisses to the head of Booker's cock. He continued to focus on the tip, his tongue lapping and brushing the slit repeatedly in between playful nicks with his fangs, his gaze alternating between the task at hand and the other man's pleasure-stricken face.