The vampire let his tongue enter Mahiru’s mouth, exploring that unknown cavern. Mahiru leaned against him, his body seeking the heat of his servamp’s, loving how it made him feel protected and comfortable. Kuro scooped the boy’s body into his arms, carrying him over to the bed. Thinking simply, Mahiru put his legs around Kuro’s waist, letting himself be carried to the bed. When Kuro sat down on the edge of it, he had this bundle of simple perfection sitting right in his lap, waiting to be kissed again.