“Yeah well, I have thought about actually kissing you many times. Many many many times. When I'm the shower, when I'm feeding on someone, when I'm just waking up, before I go to bed, while I'm sipping back on a blood bag ---” Oh, he was getting carried away wasn't he? A glance toward Tristan had him laughing nervously. “Yeah, anyway, moving on ---”
He had almost forgotten just how different their experiences were. Tristan had spent centuries locked in a bloody box, he could have only imagined what it was like for Tristan the night he had finally been set free. “Look, Tristan, I can't imagine what it was like for you and I understand that compared to what you went through, I am living and experiencing a much better quality of death than you had gone through. I'll try to stop being such a little shit hmm? And remind you, as much as you need, just how appreciative I am that you are my sire and not some asshole like he who will not be named.” Mainly because Sean already had forgotten the vampires name.
When the subject changed to sex, completely Sean's doing as it were, he had made a slight face. “Are you suggesting taking the blood right from a guy's dick? That just sounds painful and something out of a really bad hentai film. I think I saw one once, a Hentai about vampires who would drain the blood of their victims through their cocks. Their cocks, however, were literally colored gold. Japanese and their cartoon porn – I just don't get it.” Sean suddenly didn't have an erection anymore.
“Are you pouting Tristan?” Sean had bent at his waist, slender digits playfully pinching Tristan's cheek. “Don't you worry pooh bear, you will always be adorable to me.” With a smirk never leaving Sean's face he had lightly patted his cheek before pulling his hand away.Â
“Once we get back to the house I am going to put the salt down underneath the door and windows, and probably a circle of salt around the beds. I'm gonna be pulling out the computer tonight and you and I can do a little online furniture shopping hmm? I found a store that will deliver in the evening, and they have that expensive wood you like so much.”Â
Besides, it wasn't like Sean had any other choice – it wasn't his credit card he would be using.