Alex was a shuddering, mewling mess by the time Rick tugged on his shirt; raising his arms obediently and trying to struggle out of it, his green eyes were a swirling haze of desperation and desire. Every touch was a jolt to his new skin, addictively warm - and it was Rick. When had he ever been able to keep his hands off his dark-haired boyrfriend?
The second his shirt was discarded he caught Rick's mouth again, trying to be careful of his new fangs as he kisssed hungrily, vampire-quick fingers working on the other's buttons. There was something of Lestat in it, and the darkness they'd both glimpsed earlier, in the need burning him.