Elijah had blood all the way down the front of his white t-shirt, and smeared along his neck and up his chin to his cheek from where Smith had cupped his face. He sank down against Smith's lap once he was let go and closed his eyes, completely worn out from the loss of blood.
Whitney was surprised by the kiss, and if he hadn't missed Smith so damn much or been so insanely attracted to him, he would have worried about the mess they were making. He kissed back, one of his hands slipping up into Smith's hair as a soft groan of enjoyment escaped him. Elijah's blood mixed in with their kiss was like heaven.
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