Monty felt Ishmael's hands digging into his clothes and it was thrilling. It always was when they did this. It was familiar, more safe territory but there was definitely an element to it now that was hard for even him to ignore. This sucked! He didn't want things to change, damn it. Ishmael had no right to be making him feel things.

Monty melted into the kiss and closed his eyes as he was guided so that he was now the one with his back to the wall. Good, Ishmael didn't notice anything. That was good. They could just pretend like there was nothing new to this because it was quite possible it was only Monty experiencing it. Not that it was completely ideal but it was better than having Ishmael know.

Monty's eyes flew open when Ishmael pulled back roughly. What the fuck? He didn't have any prior experience like this to even know how he should be reacting right now. Hurt was not something Monty did well so he channeled it into anger instead, however irrational it was probably going to be seen as.

"Whatever. You're very welcome for the sustenance, you rude kitten," Monty groused as he moved to plop down on the bed. What the hell had that been? Vampires. He'd never understand them.