I mean, I hadn't really thought about it before. But I've never been with someone who could see him before now, either.

[He runs his hand through Adrian's hair again, holding him by the nape of his neck, then lets his hand continue beneath the drape of the blanket as it starts to work its way down his spine.]

...Your fangs wouldn't hurt him. And I wouldn't feel it even if they scratched him.

[Almost playfully, his other hand comes up to touch Adrian's cheek, the pad of his thumb hooking into the corner of his mouth and giving a teasing tug.]

You ever think about having his dick in your mouth?