Valentin & Sorin: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Sorin had kissed vampires with their fangs out before. The sharp points were exciting to feel with his lips and tongue. Vampires often had their fangs out when they were aroused, in fact, a fact that Sorin enjoyed about them. He liked that edge of danger, that hint of peril, because though Sorin had been poked and prodded and cut into for most of his childhood, in this, with kissing vampires, it was his choice. It was empowering.
The kiss broke and Sorin was holding Valentin against him, hand around his waist, their bodies flush together. He smiled at Valentin's reaction and planted one more soft kiss on the boy's lips. "You," he kissed again, "are a fantastic kisser."