He had been about to swirl the tip of his tongue over the little scrape when he was being guided back up to Kit's mouth. It was clear, with that kiss, what the choice was going to be. Excitement thrilled through the younger vampire as he was guided back, neither of them paying attention to exactly where they were going. A tree hit his back and he knew they were stopped for the moment.
The little groan from Kit drove him forward nipping at the older vampire's lips, a smirk threatening his own. Booker shifted against the body pressed into his, fingers tightening against the back of his neck as one of his knees slid between Kit's legs. The kiss once again tasted like blood and passion and it was a taste the younger man didn't want to give up too soon.