Kurloz leaned his thigh into Herbert's hand, deepening the kiss hungrily and dragging his teeth roughly over the boy's lower lip. The previous kiss had been for Herbert really - this one was for Kurloz, and Kurloz liked his kisses to leave a lasting impression. His hand moved to Herbert's lower back, slowly but surely moving up the boy's spine and stopping at his nape, nails lightly pricking his skin and combing through the short hairs there.