Whereas others may view the gesture as intimate, the teleporter knows what Iggy is really doing there, seeking out the blood that sings to him from beneath his blue skin.

There isn't much nervousness anymore-- he waits, anticipating the bite, but not the pain that makes his eyes wince shut. Then, it's a sultry tingle, spreading from his head, all the way down to his toes and fingertips. He's on the edge of the rush, almost loses it completely by saying something, if not for the arms around him and the sudden heat in his face, how uncomfortable his pants have become. His hands are what react more evidently, though.

They clutch Ignacio's front, curling tight around the fabric of his shirt as he drinks; Kurt doesn't understand why he trusts the man so much, why he has the torrid need to please him. His heart skips a beat, breath escaping in a quivering sigh against the side of the vampire's head, fingers tightening in hopes it will distract from the way he's pressed his knees together.