As Joseph pulled away from his throat, the fledgling tilted his head a little, trying to watch him pull back, only to pull on the still open wound caused by those fangs. The sensation made him loose a little moan, his lips parting a little. He hadn’t licked it, had left it that way. Just the thought was giving him a shiver through his shoulders.
The hand didn’t go as easily as others had but it didn’t take all that much. The bite to his wrist had him wreathing a little, making him turn his head towards the bed, only to pull on the bite from his neck, throwing even more on it. It was all so much but he still wanted more, anything. No matter how he moved, it seemed to bring new or different sensations. He wanted to do something to return all of it but it was like he couldn’t think through it all, not properly. Every little pull, bite or movement was making him make little noises, whether loud or so soft they were barely there.
His free hand dropped from touching Joseph’s face to wrapping around his wrist of the hand not holding his to his mouth. Just to hold onto something.