Luke let out a faint whimper as he felt D withdraw, like he wasn't ready for him to stop yet. That probably did nothing for his ability to control himself, but he didn't care about that at the moment. D could have drained him completely dry and he probably would have come back to say, "thank you". The bite had felt amazing, better than sex even though a part of him desired nothing more than to be thrown down and pounded into next week at the moment. He was so out of it he wasn't even aware of the soft, pleased keen that escaped from him as he felt D's tongue run along the bite marks, not thinking about any scars or wounds at the moment.

It was a moment before he rolled his head toward him, feeling completely boneless, despite the fact that he could still manage to get his hand up, fingers absently tracing along D's jawline.

"B-better?" he managed to get out, his voice shaking slightly.