Disappointment slipped past his throat as Kit withdrew but he cut it off with a little bite to his own bottom lip. Instead, he watched the other vampire's face, his stomach muscles clenching as that hand passed them. A backwards arch that had him pressing more against the tree behind him. It was his favorite suit but a part of him didn't care if the shirt had been shredded open. Interesting, that. He was usually very meticulous at keeping his clothing in one piece and clean.
In answer to that little look, Booker let got of the older man, both hands going to settle on his hips, thumbs reaching downwards slightly, pulling him even closer and tighter against his thigh. Thumbs pressed circles right into his lower stomach, teasing just over the limits of Kit's own pants, a smirk going across his lips, pupils almost as wide as when he'd pulled away from his first human. "I'm not going to say no."