He was thirsty, very much so. Lorcan shuddered with anticipation at the thought of drinking Theodore's blood again. Not just because he wanted and needed to so badly right now in the moment, but because of where he was. In a founder's house, in a shared living space no less, even if shared by Theodore. It presented a whole set of dangers, and he didn't know he could really relinquish enough control to take advantage of the chance and actually bite into Theo's pale flesh.
Lorcan relished the feeling of Theodore's hands on his skin, his fingertips a little cool from holding his cold bottle of firewhiskey, it almost gave him chills.
"Yes," he muttered into Theodore's mouth, not expecting him to bite down on his own lip. He felt the blood pour into his mouth, and he moaned contentedly. It really couldn't get any better.