Kersen could feel Michael's hardness as well, and between that the and smell of his blood, the feel of his pulse, it sent both lust and hunger flaring. When Michael grabbed his ass, Kersen slid both hands up into his hair and kissed him, taking some control of it this time - a fierce, hungry kiss from someone who had four hundred years of kissing experience. And in the middle of it, he slid one hand down and into the waistband of Michael's trousers.