The shove was expected, though Kit was reluctant to detach himself from Byron's neck. Yet he had no choice when, as his back hit the wall, his shoulder was sliced open by the knife protruding from the wall. Wincing as the skin split, Kit glanced down as the other vampire licked at the dribbling blood. The momentary pain was then forgotten as Byron's tongue flicked over his nipple, with Kit letting out a small sound of approval at the action.
Bringing a hand up, Kit buried his fingers in the back of Byron's hair and held him to the wound for several moments before tugging sharply. Catching the other vampire's eye, Kit smirked before leaning in, the tip of his tongue tasting his own blood before he urged Byron into a hard and almost urgent kiss.