He kind of felt high off the experience, a little dizzy. Being grabbed and pinned down wasn’t something he had quite expected in that moment but he couldn’t help the little noise it made him make. That part of him that had asked promise before whispered finally in the back of his mind. His arms went around Joseph’s shoulders, holding him as close as he could before he was pulling away. The mix of the taste of his own blood and the other man’s fluids was an interesting taste.
What? The telltale tingling in his face told him all he needed to know about his reaction to those words, even if he didn’t necessarily understand it. “I-I’d want to stay.” His voice was horse from before, but it didn’t quite bother him. The inside of his mouth stung with the little cuts of their fangs from that kiss. He could have made a joke, of course, but it didn’t feel like the place. Being pinned down, pressed down, was another one of those examples of things he apparently liked.