"I never would have pegged you as the adamant Valentine's type of guy when we first met," Dillon chuckled softly as Herrick's hands found his sides, happily pressing in closer and slipping his arms around the slightly taller man's neck. "You seem pretty excited," he mused softly, pressing a softer kiss to Herrick's lips and humming in thought. "Its fine. I won't make you wait," he decided softly.
He squeaked a bit as Herrick pressed his face into his neck, but it quickly turned into a soft whimper at the feel of teeth. "I look like I always look," he insisted breathlessly. "You look white. Are you trying to symbolize purity?"