He was finding himself quite enamored with kissing Arthur; his senses were so flooded with the pleasure of the man on his cock, surrounded by his warmth, his weight, his scent, he had only dimly registered the sting of his fangs, and hadn't even noticed the coppery taste.

He thumbed the head of Arthur's cock, giving it a light, playful tug before he resumed stroking it.

"Ah. My mistake - it felt so good, I feared I might cry out."

He kissed along the bridge of Arthur's nose, a fond smile on his lips.