It's also probably nothing like having some batshit old vampire ripping into you because he's crazy and wants special powers. See, Eccarius, you get what you give. What goes around comes around. Reap what you sow, and all that other shit.

A little lift of his hips aids just enough in freeing him, watching Eccarius keenly as his breath huff out in short, expectant pants, thighs tensing at the wandering attention of that mouth.

"Clearly. J-j-just... watch where you poke those things, yeah?" Some level of banter behind that comment considering their immortality and healing abilities, but jokes aside, he's still allowed to be wary of sharp, pointy, rippy teeth being in close vicinity to his dick, thank you very much.