A soft, needy sort of sound was pulled from Vlad's throat. This was -- well it was unexpected but no less welcome for that.
Vlad pushed his fingers up into Stefan's hair, fingernails digging into his scalp. Gave himself over to the kiss -- to that hunger -- that was building between them.
This was -- it was good. It was better then that, in fact. He was ready, though. He was ready to do what was necessary -- to give what was necessary -- to be able to have this.