Of course it was. These weren't dregs, half coagulated. This was fresh and right from the source. To see Steve treat his blood as if it was a vintage of fine wine made his cock actually half hard. To know the other man was lapping at the sticky red pool of blood in his palm ought to have been a revulsion but it was anything but. Tony bit down on his lower lip right until the tip of that tongue touched the cuts on his fingers.

He couldn't stop himself from whimpering after that, his lips parting wetly. Tony bowed his head, nose pressing into the crown of the blond's head, trying to see if there was any particular scent there besides shampoo. There wasn't.

"Shhh," he breathed. "Slowly." Make it last.