Kieth watched with lidded eyes. "oh fuck..." he took in the erotic look of blood on Olivers tongue, and when he tasted it, it made him groan. He wriggled from his pants and grinded hard. The exciting part would come when he would feel nails raking down his back. He created a gash on his own hand and gripped olivers. Kieth groaned at the sting, and when he molded their palms together he moaned at the soft, obscene, squelching sound it made.