When he felt his host reach the edge, he breathed a heated "Yes" against his tongue.
With the vampire buried so deep inside him, the boy almost came with him, bloodied saliva dripping from his open mouth. Instead, he was left dazed, his eyes glazed and unblinking.
"Ha- I...." He croaked, in a weak attempt to shatter his stunned silence. But a fresh wave of trembling overcame him, and the dangerously over-exerted boy crumbled.
"Dieu...oh Dieu." He whimpered, and pressed his head into the crook of his arm, his muscles twitching like a bloodhound.
Even with the vampire's slowness, the shock of their parting had the boy gripping the edge of the bathtub until he was pulled away.
Once in his host's arms, the urchin gave in to his exhaustion. He became uncommonly pliant and pleasingly affectionate. With his last spark of strength, he gently traced the silvery lines of the vampire's scar with the point of his tongue.
There was something faintly questioning in the drag of his trembling lips. Something which suggested the youth was more than half preoccupied with his throbbing arousal, still slick and aching against his stomach.
He lifted his chin, and grazed the line of his host's jaw with his lips. The bloodied marks he left were stark against the vampire's dark skin.
"Vous êtes un très mauvais homme, Monsieur." He whispered, his voice quivering with adoration.
"So beautiful… mais très mauvais."
Fabien's head lolled against the vampire's shoulder, and his bruised eyelids closed. The slow deepening of his breath suggested he might simply drift to sleep there, bruised and bloodied in the vampire's arms.