The skin on skin contact was exactly what Kit craved in that moment, the slip and slide of Byron's wet form brushing against the full length of his own as they kissed. It was easy to lose himself in, to distract him from his loud thoughts and the exhaustion that had seemingly taken up residence within the very marrow of his bones. If the pleasure of the kiss wasn't enough to take his mind off things, the momentary pain that came from being stabbed in the shoulder certainly did. Gasping into Byron's mouth, both from surprise and discomfort, Kit tensed his shoulder muscles and pulled away from the other vampire's lips.
"Bastard," he spat, glancing down at the knife that was now protruding from his shoulder before catching Byron's eye with a displeased frown. "At least make use of the blood you're spilling rather than let it run down the drain." Then, tugging sharply at the other vampire's hair again, Kit forced Byron back into a heated kiss and focused on the violent duelling of their tongues rather than the subsiding agony of his newly acquired (but already dull) shoulder injury.