A low sigh escaped him as Ishmael pressed a kiss to his neck. The fact that he was touch starved did nothing to help strengthen his resolve. He couldn't help it. Ishmael's proximity had already been a sort of torture even when the vampire was keeping his hands to himself. His fingers slid into the vampires hair as he gave into his basic urges. "If the other two get busted, I'm putting the blame on you." Though, to be fair, it seemed fairly quiet.