Dylan groaned at the request, trying to pull his thoughts together long enough to change himself, go back to the vampire. It didn't occur to him that he might burn for it (might, but wouldn't, the two of them hidden in the shadow of the stall), all that mattered was doing what Daniel wanted, a reward for playing along so well so far and surely not Daniel's own, new power wrapping him up in a haze of lust, a desire to please.

Which ever way it truly was, however, he managed, eyes suddenly blood-black with his desire, all of it, teeth sharpening into fangs against his mouth. He nipped at Daniel's lip as he pulled away from the kiss, moaning himself and loudly as Daniel's cunt twitched around him, and then he was burying his face in his throat. He came, not quite as ordered, at that first taste of blood, spilling into him with a final, hard jerk of his hips.

And God, he could taste Daniel's pleasure in his blood, taste himself, his energy on him as if it were a real thing, a tangible thing, like Daniel had tasted his own pussy on his cock when he'd sucked him off. It was amazing. And if he'd been worried about getting hard again last time, just buried in Daniel, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm, he was doubly so, now, more lust rushing through him with every little flutter, every drop of blood.

"Fuck," he choked as he broke away, breathless. Never mind the fact that he could have kept going, kept taking. Daniel would have survived it and it wasn't like he actually needed the air.