"You really are a treat, aren't you?" Furfur laughs in response to Night Sky's comment about her blood, nipping lightly at her lips. He's tempted to go for her throat again, to really bite down and get a taste, but for now, he has more important things to do.

As Night Sky's hand slips down to undo his trousers, Furfur slides the straps of his suspenders off and grabs his shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it off. With his chest bare, he grabs hold of Night Sky again, pressing her close so that their warm skin rubs together. His hand roam her body as she rocks against him, and he lays back against the ground, lifting his hips so that she can pull his trousers off more easily.