Being fed on is always a strange sensation and it always felt taboo that Jackson always ended up half hard if not completely hard whenever Klaus fed on him. He kept his hand gripping the others shoulder all the way through but it got weaker the longer Klaus fed.

Jack’s head rested on the wall behind him, looking at Klaus. His eyes slide from his eyes to his lips, watching as he wiped blood away from his lips and Jackson has a look of hunger of his own.

“Shut up,” Jackson exhales, but he could tell without moving that he definitely wouldn’t be able to walk, at least not on his own.