Valentin & Sorin: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Valentin grinned and looked down, once again glad that vampires did not blush. He could feel it tugging at him, the desire to reach out and bite into Sorin's neck like a juicy, crisp apple, but he was in control. He had to be, because harming Sorin was something Tin knew to be unforgivable.
And if Sorin, who had kissed so many, thought he was a fantastic kisser, that had to count for something, didn't it? Valentin grinned, his fangs showing. "I imagine you have something to do with it," Tin admitted. "Thanks. For making this a happy night, after all."