Laying down on the bed was something Ben figured would happen. Jake would need to make it easy for himself to drink, and sitting up would be awkward, no doubt. There was something hot and sexy about laying down with him, kissing. His arms wrapped around Jake and roamed his back, though his moves were not bold.
When Jake's fangs pierced Ben's skin, all of that changed.
He'd been mistaken when he thought he would simply fade away into the clouds. He knew no other reaction, so nothing prepared him for what he was experiencing. It was like an electrifying spark, starting from his neck and shooting a path around his body, flaring in his mind and causing him to lose all thought, all inhibitions, all of his second-guessing and self-conscious concerns, and also pumping need and desire into him, so much that he tingled all over and felt the absence of Jake rather than focussing on the tiny amount he was getting.
More, more, his body ached for more. The most wonderful sensation radiated from his neck and rolled across his chest and throbbed in his groin. He felt himself going hard and he wanted to satisfy that part of himself too. Soft sounds escaped him; gasps, moans, tiny pleas and half-begs for Jake to keep going, don't stop, touchmelickmesuckmefuckme, they merged into almost nonsense sounds as Ben humped Jake's thigh, turning into a writhing, grinding sex machine. His hands buried in Jake's hair or grabbed his ass and squeezing, pulling the vampire more firmly against him.
Compared to others, Ben being lost in the bite was putting it mildly.