And I fucking love that about ya. [A snort, the tip of his nose briefly meeting Jay's before he draws back once more.]

What, ya mean right now? Not that I'm objecting or anything— just making sure we're both on the same wavelength here. [Seeing his boyfriend's cheeks flush causes those fangs to appear again, the point of the left one descending into his bottom lip.] You got it, [he assures, dipping forward so he can scrape sharp canines along the side of Jay's neck then bite down, careful to not break the delicate skin beneath.

At least, not right this moment.]