It's a good thing Jean-Claude enjoys the tease, has never been one that needs his thirst sated as soon as it's slaked, and he takes that hint of something more as a promise for another time. It's intoxicating enough as it is, and Jean-Claude himself finds another climax. Impossible not to, with the power rushing across his skin and the feel of a willing victim trembling on top of him, his pleasure and pain drawn out at his hands.

Although it's no small matter to resist temptation, Jean-Claude would not be a master if it was beyond him. He takes a little more than he intends, but not too much; and once they have reached a crescendo together, the ardeur is satisfied, and Jean-Claude can guide them back. Vampires don't breathe, but they forget at times, and he releases a few shuddering exhales as he withdraws his fangs and his fingers and clutches Jon to him. Far less elegant and untouchable than before, his hair mussed and getting everywhere, fangs obvious, a smear of blood across his mouth. His skin has deepened to a ruddier flush, and the faint feeling of a pulse and heartbeat.

Jean-Claude kisses him, feeding him a taste of his own blood as the energy and adrenaline start to subside. He strokes his hands up and down his sides, his back, an outpouring of affection that comes painfully sincere.

"Let me take care of you, s'il vous plaît," he murmurs against his lips. A request more than a question.