"Just don't kill me then. Not much else to object to." He managed to get the words out, but then he was moaning and squirming again as Henry did a little more drinking. It wasn't his favorite sort of play, but it wasn't something that made him unhappy either. Blood was blood, and pain was pain. Henry was enjoying himself and that was what mattered at the moment.

Steve arched up off the table into Henry's hand as the man stroked him, voice deep and guttural as he groaned and forced out a few more words, "My mouth. Use my mouth . . ."