His eyes fluttered once at the contact. His breaths swallowed as his eyes seemed to darken with hunger as they did at the dinner table.
His hands moved, snaking up Spy's thighs to hold him in place by his hips. He didn't claw him, but he pressed those large hands on him with a certainty that highlighted his newfound loyalty to Spy.
"yes, Master." Uttered Blu.
His first order of business was to truly mark him. His tongue slid over his fangs and they glistened in the parlor lighting. He leaned inward and bent his head just enough to graze Spy's neck with his nose, lips, and teeth.
Spy's scent filled his lungs as he breathed in. Every note signaled somewhere in his more feral mind that yes, this other man's pheromones were ideal. Seconds later, his tongue dragged along his neck. Slow. Reverent. Savoring.
Then, with a similar slowness, his jaw closed over the glistening skin. He didn't bite hard enough to draw blood, but it was enough to imprint his fang print in a particularly visible spot. His marking. His master.