Amidst all the buzzing in his head, Noah nearly missed the fact those stinging fangs weren't tapped into his bloodstream anymore. His eyes fluttered in a daze, whispering disappointment where his request was denied. Was it another cruel act of toying with him? Get him to ask for it and then rip it away? These actions, much like the hand still at play below, were teasing him. And it was only a matter of time before the bastard would taunt him.<br/><br/>Come for me, little rabbit.<br/><br/>It made his skin crawl, yet he found it hard to want to do much else. He wanted to get off. He wanted to reach whatever peak he could and fall from the top of it. His shaking breath could only grow more desperate with each motion of pleasure. Thoughts were cast aside and desire took place. Dmitri gave an order, and who was he to refuse? The decision didn't even become fully conscious before he felt the tension reach its breaking point. Stars and black shapes danced before him but relief came in one of its sweetest forms. Or perhaps saltiest.<br/><br/>Each heavy breath from then on was a half-hearted attempt at catching up with what just happened. Half-hearted because the other half was dead set on not thinking about it. As long as he didn't think about it, he could enjoy it. That was what the little voice of wishful thinking whispered in his ear. The louder voice of sanity was swearing up a storm at him. His eyes settled on the lips that had just so ravenously pulled at his life force and be couldn't help but think something was wired wrong in his mind. It seemed then that it cleared up enough for him to make any remarks. "Satisfied, Bitey?" He cooed in a light, nearly sultry voice. It held a taunt in it, though the compromised position he was in didn't support that very well.