Vlad gave brief thought to dropping Pandora's name, kissing and telling or not. But not for long. He wasn't interested in a pissing contest, and taking offense at insults to his manhood wasn't in Vlad's nature.

Thomas fingers were on his neck, and Vlad couldn't help the brief rumble of pleasure, low in his throat. "Age doesn't have anything to do with it, boy," he smirked, "As I'm sure other members of your household would be quick to tell you."

Vlad took as much delight as letting someone else take control as his did having it himself. So Thomas' touching was only met with slow, sinuous movements, pressing up against those fingers, and his hand going back to Thomas' leg, sliding higher, fingers his leg through the jeans. "And if it did, you wouldn't know which end of a woman was up yet."