The gamble paid off, and the familiar thrill of success panged in Kieran's chest. After all, he'd found Yousef attractive even before all the alcohol and blood loss; he already knew he'd have few qualms about this later. They were close enough to the prospect of other people that he might have been worrying if he wasn't with a literal vampire; besides that, Kieran was good at making a hasty exit when he had to. A pleased little sigh escaped his mouth when Yousef pushed him up against the wall. Now that he felt safe in it, Kieran's kissing was rougher - desperate, maybe, for clossness.

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