Takoma tilted his jaw, bringing his fangs out of the bite wound he’d made before sinking them back in, slow and with enough pressure that Spencer would know just how easy it would be for Takoma to tear out his throat. The implied threat made Spencer moan, the heat of his cock throbbing against the line of Takoma’s thigh. His hips didn’t stop moving as Takoma mimicked what he wanted to do with his own cock by way of his fangs, sinking them into the wound slowly, over and over again, until Spencer came with a ragged gasp, Takoma’s name a garbled mess on his lips.
