"Er--no, but...um..is that a problem..?" This whole situation was making Sam so uncomfortable he was unsure of how to take Nate's words.
At least he understood the meaning of the wrist extended out towards him. Gently he held Nate's wrist, lifted it with just his fingertips, and lowered his lips to the skin there. With one last look up at Nate, a final question, he bit into his arm.
Immediately there was relief - the taste of the blood most divine on his tongue, flooding into him and giving him strength, renewing his body. Then, with a moan he tried his best to keep quiet (and as his mouth was stifled with Nate's wrist, it mostly sounded like a sigh) he felt a rush of pleasure, warm and electric between his legs, making him tense up, his feet rising so he was on his toes.
Once he was nearing the end of how much he had to drink, he ventured a look up at Nate, his eyes half lidded with pleasure and release.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
