Bill only continued feeding for a few more moments while his second finger slipped in beside the first. When his hair was pet, he let a low murmur out, arching up into it. He wrapped his other hand around the blonde's wrist, pressing his fingertips to the small punctures, sighing, feeling the heat of the other man infuse him with the same sort of heat and he groaned. Not wanting to wait longer, Bill scissored his fingers before pulling them out, and he guided Soren's legs around his hips, and then guided him down onto him, catching Soren's lips with his own once more, his lips still lightly tinged with the coppery taste of blood.