A pleasurable shiver ran through Kit at the stroke of Booker's fingers against his neck, his grin taking on a wolfish edge at the suggestions presented to him. All of them offered a different sort of enjoyment, all of them leading to a memorable evening. It was the nick to his jaw, just below his ear, that was the deciding factor for him.
Leaning forwards, Kit guided Booker back to his lips with a light tug to his hair. He didn't waste time with pleasantries or more words, instead speaking with his body as he pressed the full length of it up against the younger vampire whilst blindly walking him backwards. Luckily for them, the offshoot of the path they had chosen was surrounded by trees, lit with twinkling lights to guide the way for their human visitors. It was against the trunk of one of these trees that Kit nudged Booker, his free hand coming to rest on the other man's cheek as he deepened the kiss with a needy little groan.