It took Luke a moment to realize he had been bitten, the suddenness of his razor sharp fangs sinking into his neck catching him completely off guard. His breath came out in a shuddered gasp once the pressure registered in his head, hitting just the right spot that whatever pain there was faded quickly.

His hand dropped from D's face, clutching at his shoulder instead as he struggled to keep himself still, but stars help him it was hard. The pleasure from the bite was setting in quickly, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath starting to come out in desperate little gasps as he struggled not to hump him in desperation. It wasn't long before he felt like his head was swimming, and his grip on his shoulder tightened as he felt like... something was starting to cloud his mind, trying to suppress his own independent thought. He unconsciously smacked it away with the Force, far too intent on enjoying the sensations going through him to let something drown that out.