"I sincerely hope so," Indie quipped, grinning back at Will even as he thought about all the things his dirty mouth could do to make his lover smile... and moan. He watched eagerly as the wrist was bitten and drank hard from it when it was pressed to his mouth. It made his lips tingle from the very first smear, it seemed, and he felt it move through his body, lighting up his nerve endings like a drug as he swallowed. It tasted like spice and fire, energising him like nothing else ever had and though he made a mewling sound of disappointment in his throat as the wound finally closed off, he'd had enough to perk him up.
He rolled onto Will, the leg that had been over his giving him a perfect entry point to land between Will's legs and grind against him - not as pleasant in reality as it had been in his head, since Will still had clothes on. "Why the fuck am I naked and you're not?" he growled in between lathering kisses and nips all up and down Will's throat. His hands worked on getting rid of the offending items of clothing then, his lust for Will bouncing back and forth between them now that he'd shared his blood, exacerbating the desperation of it.
A funny thing happened after a little while, though and it had him straightening up off Will, sitting back on his heels as he tilted his head and frowned. "Is that... Anna?" he eventually asked, for it had finally registered that there was an extra dimension to this feeling he was sharing with Will. It wasn't just desire between the two of them, there was a very distant third present just beyond Indie's peripheral awareness, making him feel the shadow of her presence more than an actual presence, but it was there.
Fuck. He'd drunk Will's blood and not thought about the fact that it would minimally connect him to Anna. Not only would she be feeling her sire's arousal, but probably some echoes from him as well. Was that weird? Indie assumed it would be, though hopefully she was asleep. He probably wouldn't be able to tell like Will would though, because he wasn't that connected to her; she was just like the moisturiser on his skin, a coating that he detected but not anything he could communicate with directly.