The caress on the other side of Kurt's neck was gentle, seemingly affectionate. It would alternate between that light brush to temporarily holding him steady so his neck wouldn't move too far away. He knew how weak his feeds could get at time, it would be very inconvenient to have one collapse in mid-dine, not to mention how messy.

The smile on his lips could be felt on blue skin while Ignacio was so desperately gripped. He could smell his arousal, pleased to see that it had such an effect on him. His fangs slowly withdrew so he could suck, his lips gentle but firm. As he drank his magic grew in strength, powered by the energy provided by the feed, centered on Kurt's erogenous zones to throb, vibrate, grow hot and almost unbearable with the need for release.

All he Kurt would have to do is give in and let go.