There was a spike of pain, then a rush of pleasure, and Nyx moaned as Hannibal drank from him. The fae offered no resistance at first, enjoying as the high enveloped him. Survival instinct did eventually kick in though, and he started to struggle just a little, though he never said stop, and never truly pulled away. It felt too good to truly want it to stop.

Sometimes Nyx thought the only true satisfaction would come if he let Hannibal drain him dry. ... Would that even kill him? It took a lot to kill a fae. He probably should have been concerned by how much the idea sort of aroused him.

Instead he just moaned again and said, "Kiss me."