Dracula kissed Dimitri back and allowed himself to be pulled along. For the moment, he was in a great mood, probably the longest time since he felt like this. He liked this mood, it was much better than a depressed or hateful one.<br/>Dracula grinned before replying, “I’m not sure if you’ll get much sleep.”<br/><br/>The vampire hardly contained himself as they went to Dimitri’s room, he hugged his arm, rubbing his head into Dimitri’s neck as they walked. He wasn’t wasting the time with trying to conceal his vampire side, he didn’t care if the other saw him as the monster he truly was. If Dimitri hadn’t noticed that Dracula was a vampire, he would. As soon as Dimitri opened the door, Dracula pushed him inside gently and shut the door. He returned to Dimitri and pushed him back to the bed. Once the male was on the bed, Dracula crawled on top of him and started to undo Dimitri’s shirt, pulling it off.<br/>Dracula stopped, staring at his body, his body was just so marvelous. His skin was just flawless, there was a few tiny scars but nothing major to make his skin ugly. Dracula took off his shirt as well, though his skin wasn’t as flawless, most of his body was covered in scars.<br/><br/>“You know, the thing I love about humans the most…Isn’t their blood or even the fact you gain memories from the blood. What I love is the skin…how beautiful it is and how fragile it is.” He whispered as he leaned down close to Dimitri’s neck, kissing it before slowly biting into his neck.