Christian bites down on his lower lip, hands fisted tightly on the sheets beneath him. His eyes are squeezed closed, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving as he struggles to draw in enough breath. A needy noise escapes him, his eyes flying open when the hand on his willy and the mouth at his neck both still.

“Breathe,” Steve’s mouth move to Christian’s, lips brushing over Christian’s and Christian’s opening up underneath him; his every breath a panted mewl swallowed by Steve. He pulls back far enough to meet Christians’ eyes, grinning wickedly at him before dipping his head back to Christian’s neck; fangs grazing tantalisingly over his pulse point, hand pumping his cock until Christian’s hips are jerking into his fist.

“Please,” Christian chokes out, his teeth gritted. He feels Steve chuckle against his throat, his hand tightening, speeding up on his cock. A low, desperate groan escapes him as Steve’s fangs sink in; his back bowing, his eyes roll back in his head and his world whites out as his blood flows into Steve’s mouth and comes coats his hand.