He'd pulled away, mercifully he thought, but something in him whined to keep going. He could just bite all over, never take his hands off of him...

But he found he couldn't stop himself, either. Though his grip loosened, he hadn't pulled away. Despite his bloodletting, he still had the capacity to tip his chin, offer a little nuzzle against the other's neck.

"...What, no kiss...?"

Or, maybe he'd lost enough blood that he'd start asking some very silly things. Because they were silly. Very silly.