It starts out badly. His skin is startlingly cold. She knocked them together too hard, and there’s a stab of pain in her lower lip as one of his fangs splits it open. Blood wells up. He licks it off delicately, like a cat, and then they’re really kissing, his tongue darting into her mouth, his own mouth a wet warmth she explores cautiously. It feels... strange. It feels... good. His hands slide down to cage her wrists and he’s sucking on her lower lip, sending flashes of sensation down to the place between her thighs.