He cringed when the other reached out for him, but Noah was too defiant to cower. He still winced at the first touch, glaring at the vampire's chest rather than his face. Adorable... hah! Like a rabbit, cute but helpless if he was cornered. This entire apartment was now just one big corner and the predator was on top of him. That deceptively 'sweet' gesture of brushing his hair from his face quickly turned into the harsh motion he was originally expecting, exposing his neck for the vampire to do what he did best.<br/><br/>The worst part wasn't getting his blood taken. It was that Noah moaned at the same time as him. Even if it was a sound of pain, frustration, or protest, he felt embarrassed to have done<i>anything</i>in synchrony with this beast. His ragged breaths sang out into the quiet room and when he was pulled close, he clutched at the vampire out of unsteadiness. Whenever he bled in any distinct amount more than a simple scrape or cut, it gave him an indescribable buzz that clouded over his mind. This was no exception, and the room in all its mess had faded from his mind for just a moment.<br/><br/>But then, he was getting lightheaded. Noah gripped the stranger's shirt a bit tighter just before Dmitri tore himself away. Noah, feeling exhausted and confused, once again slumped against the door, but this time he sank all the way down to sit on the floor. He reached up to put his hand over where the bite was and drew it away, looking at the blood on his fingers. Even with all the effort he put into hiding his scent, he knew he'd probably still be attracting more now than he was before. Frustration wrote over his furrowed brow, but he couldn't do anything about it, and so he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.<br/><br/>"You got what you wanted, now get the hell out." He grumbled. It was a pointless command, he knew. Once something got a taste of his blood, it didn't relent until it was dead.