Steve chuckled and then shivered just a little. It had been a long, long time since he did any actual playing with someone. Not since James. Henry wasn't that sort of hard core, he could tell that, but a softer version seemed like it might be possible. And that . . . that was worth exploring. The words made him flush even though he didn't acknowledge them otherwise, just let Henry move and pose him as he wished.

The sound he made when the fangs sank deep was definitely not chaste, but still, Steve did nothing even though his body started to react. Not only the appeal of the pain, but the act of drawing out his blood, the sounds of Henry swallowing it. Most people would never hear the muscles moving, but Steve could, and it was exceptionally erotic to him to hear and smell the way he was nourishing the man. Probably pretty messed up, but Steve had long ago stopped questioning his sexual kinks, he just never spoke about them.

Steve grunted at the light spanking, opening an eye to peer at Henry, one brow raised and cheeks still pretty red, "Spanking Henry? How naughty." He let Henry pull him back in for another kiss, smirking against the man's mouth, "How's the booze?"