For the time being, he understood how much the man wanted him, how much he wanted to give and take--to make him lose his mind and only think about this moment. It was a simple thing for Vlad, really.
Stefan kept kissing him and without breaking the hold on his Master's lips, he slid on top of him under the covers so his legs were spread over the elder's upper thighs. He needed to be close and make sure that Vlad wouldn't suddenly disappear from his life.