Bonfire: Ben and Sorin and Open
Those few minutes had Ben happily nearly bruising Sorin's lips as he listened to the witch's heartbeat and held him tightly. When that break for air happened, he pressed his lips against Sorin's throat but released at the hip rolling and let out a moan. Let them stare.
"You too," Ben smiled as he made eye contact with Sorin. Humming at the witch's fingers raking through his hair and taking hold, the vampire bared his fangs and looked heavenward. He let out a groan at the biting, rolling his hips against Sorin's. Ben grasped the back of the other boy's head with one hand and his hip with the other. "Thought biting was my line."