Bonfire: Ben and Sorin and Open
After a few minutes of nothing but heavy kissing, messing up hair, and pressing in so close that you couldn't fit a blade of grass between them, Sorin let up and panted, needing air. He tipped his head back, hips rolling forward, and groaned in such a way that brought a few stares their way.
"You tasting so very nice," he slurred, grinning at Ben as he looked at him. Sorin used both hands in Ben's hair, raking it back from his face and holding it tightly with his fists. He pulled Ben's head back by that grip and watched the way the vampire's head rolled back, exposing his throat. The witch dove in and bit the skin there, all along Ben's windpipe and up to the softer skin under his chin.