The human's blood threatened to consume Dmitri's consciousness entirely, and all his mind could focus on was the primal, animalistic instinct to take, fuck, consume. The man's unadulterated groan of pleasure doing nothing to calm the vampire's feverish thoughts. Take. Fuck. Consume. Until there was nothing left. His first taste of blood as vampire was the closest experience Dmitri had to compare to this moment. The all consuming hunger that was both sated and made even more ravenous with every drop of crimson liquid that filled his mouth.<br/><br/>It was only when he became distantly aware of the male's grip on his clothes faltering did it occur to him that he should stop. He had no intentions of killing his long sought after prize. Even if the human's blood invited him to drink until there wasn't a drop left. The man's softly whispered<i>'More'</i>was almost his undoing, threatening to snap the thin string Dmitri had left of his control. But experience won out in the end and he withdrew his fangs, his breaths coming hard and heavy as he closed his eyes, licking a stray drop of blood from his lips as he waited for his pulse to slow' though his hand didn't stop teasing the male.<br/><br/>Only once his breathing had evened out somewhat, did he lift his head to watch the male as he stroked him towards orgasm. Unrelenting of the end goal, he had no intentions of letting up until he'd gotten what he wanted. "Come for me, little rabbit," he ordered, leaving little room for argument.