"And then where would you be? Certainly not able to raise a cup to your lips." Fay teased, the fingers of both hands wrapping around Kurogane's out stretched arm, using the man's solid weight to pull himself closer.
Experience had taught him that the less of a deal they made of the whole vampire-prey process, the easier it became. Conversation between them featured pretty regularly, though they spoke softer and of often more delicate matters, particularly concerning the children as it was one of the only times the two of them were ever alone together to discuss the affairs of their adopted charges. The quieter they were, not speaking, even when it was out of anger - as it had pretty much always been in the earlier days - the more intimate it had felt. Feeding while naked together however, was an entirely new experience.
Keeping Kurogane's arm afloat with just one hand, Fay drew a pointed fingernail across the soft skin of the other man's wrist. A thin red line appeared in its wake and the scent of blood flooded his senses, already cleared and heightened by the rising steam of the spa. Conscious of how close Kurogane's arm was to the water, and not wanting to spill any into its depths Fay lowered his lips to the incision, his golden eye slipping shut as his tongue lapped at the gently ebbing blood, the ends of his hair, dipped into the water.