Kai was the center of Gatlin's world, along side his drugs and his pain. He had little else, outside those three things.
"Kai," Gat murmured, shivering from the touches, and chilled from the blood loss. "Please,' he reached for a hand, guiding it to his cock. He could get himself off, the thrill of the feed enough to get him hard, his hand skilled enough to work himself to climax, but it was so much better when Kai did it for him.