( The question earns Richie the sight of Eddie tilting his head with a small, thoughtful noise. Eventually he glances back up almost sheepishly and nods lightly before leaning in to press a small kiss to his neck, sharp teeth grazing over warm skin. )

Little bit. ( He murmurs, lips pursed. ) And, you know, if you don't mind. I know you're probably exhausted after tonight's show.

( And, yeah, maybe it is a little depraved but there was just something near transcendent about drinking Richie's blood. Not that he has a lot of fucking examples especially on the human side of things but he doubts any blood would taste as good to him as Richie. )

Yeah? You think you can be quiet enough for us not to get interrupted while breaking hotel rules?