Feeling Mitchell pressed against his back, Samandriel felt home in a way he never thought he would again. He'd thought that any pet names he ended up with might just grate down his skin. Listening to Mitchell's soft whisper only served to make him feel nearly treasured. He closed his eyes while he soaked in the contact, the obvious care.
Gently, he shifted around. He reached up to touch Mitchell's cheek, eyes searching the vampire's. Communicating without words, he hoped Mitchell was expecting the kiss when it came this time. He couldn't put to voice yet that he'd gained something he never would have if his wings hadn't been clipped, but he could perhaps let Mitchell feel it in the way their mouths moved together.