[ Kyle leans in then, his left hand steadying himself on the man's shoulder as he kisses him. Truth be told, he's a little less careful this time—It's too hard to focus on so much. He keeps the fire at bay, but the void in him grows hungry. A little taste of physical pleasure and he feels the call strongly in his demonic blood.
Pressing hard against him, Kyle's fangs cut into them both with sharp pricks. ]
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Pressing hard against him, Kyle's fangs cut into them both with sharp pricks. ]