Nick moans into Leo's mouth and jerks back hard onto his own fingers at the bright burst of blood on his lips and tongue. The pain just has him that much harder, more eager, and at Leo's question he pulls his fingers free.

"Yes," he rumbles. It's probably not near enough prep for most people, but it's more than Nick strictly needs, and he doesn't want to wait. Wants to feel the burn and tear of Leo pushing in, a counterpoint to the brutal marks he'll leave with fangs and claws. "Always."