"Mothers never did this when I was mortal," he says, managing the words after he sits back on his heels, knees spread provocatively wide. Ganymede smiles and rests his arms across the vampir's lap, and his chin on his crossed arms. No, this kind of act was only ever gotten from whores or mistresses, or slaves.

Ganymede certainly fits at least two of those criteria. "And I don't think you'd want me to stop," he smiles slowly, shifting forward again and taking his lover back into his mouth as far as he can. He's welcome to being proved wrong, but he's willing to bet he won't be.