Dulce glared up coldly, composed despite the heat staining his skin. His memories without his heart had been baffling, naive was a rather polite way to put it.
Kath'tan bracketed him in with his arms, holding his weight off him with them. Dulce snaked an arm around his neck, forcefully pulling him down to crash their lips together.
Kath'tan was caught off guard by this, catching himself so that he didn't drop his full weight on Dulce. The Vampire kissed him with restrained anger, like he was trying not to accidentally nick his lips with his fangs again.
He stared down at Dulce, unmoving, letting the Vampire lead the kiss. He didn't even break away, letting Dulce do that himself, dark red and gold blond hair tangled on the sheets.
"You can scratch me if you can't bite me," Kath'tan offered, the corner of Dulce's lips cold against his lips.
