"Stop talking," Samandriel said against Mitchell's lips, fingers curling in his shirt once more as he kept him close. He wasn't thinking about what their respective positions were supposed to be, that he was in no place to be giving orders. All he could think was that he liked kissing. A lot. He liked kissing Mitchell and feeling the vampire's hands. He needed this. More than that, he wanted it.
"Please," he said, nose brushing with Mitchell's, teeth catching his lower lip gently. "Keep going." This. This was good. This was strangely freeing and he just wanted more of whatever connection he could have.