Hector lost all reason every time Isaac kissed him.
Everything faded into a blur: him, his friend, fingers pulling on hair or pressed on the veins of the throat, Isaac's thighs squeezed against his midriff and his weight pressed on his groin, his tongue buried deep inside Hector's mouth as if to claim him, ready to be sucked on and bitten…
It was Joachim, the ever vigilant vampire, who pulled Isaac out of Hector's mouth, whispering something in his ear that made his lips split into a lascivous grin.
"Remind me why you two keep dragging me into your sick games?" Hector asked between a pant and the other.
"Because you're just as sick as we are. Now watch," Isaac commanded, before turning his head to a purring Joachim behind him and locking lips with him. By the way Isaac's cheeks were bulging, he could tell that the vampire enjoyed Hector's taste.
And the lurching in his stomach was not out of disgust. Sick, indeed.
You know what else was kind of a missed opportunity? It's canon in the series that vampires can have a huge variety in fang size, but all of the main characters have the discreet, cat-like, "sexy" teeth. No. Give Thierry saber-teeth.