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Sadde's running.
Not for any particular reason, just because it's faster. He's been meaning to go to one of the capitals for a bit and now, he supposes, is as good a time as any.
And eventually he's not running anymore, because he's close enough to civilisation that someone might spot him. Not that he wouldn't be able to notice them by scent before they saw him, but still. And as he makes his way to the Norway capital at this more leisurely pace, he notices the tiny, shiny key. He walks towards it and picks it up and immediately notices just how magic it is. He can tell by the way the key feels like things, and different things depending on where it is.
He verifies that what the key feels like is consistent in absolute location by waving it around a bit and seeing that the same place always feels the same. "Huh," he murmurs to himself.
He straightens up and thinks. The first obvious thing to try is seeing whether it opens any doors—a universal skeleton key sounds like the kind of thing a magical key could be—but the second obvious thing can be tested right there and then. He pushes the key into thin air with some purpose, as if he wanted to unlock an invisible door, and then turns it, et voilà, the faintest of door-shaped outlines appears before him.
He locks the door, and it disappears. Unlocks it again, and there it is. So he pulls it open and sees—
And Sadde uses biokinesis to drain some of his strength away and is also squishy and there are fireworks and bells and whatever other metaphors and Sadde very carefully starts tentatively wrapping his arms around Cam if that's okay?
He's okay with it.
And he finishes wrapping his arms around Cam and there is kissing and Sadde continues being careful not to break Cam until he's modified his muscles enough that he feels he won't actually (fail to) break Cam if he stops holding back.
In fact, Sadde might growl a little.
"Uh," says Cam, "is that, like, turned-on growling, or predatory growling?"
"Turned-on. Definitely turned-on. I preemptively deactivated my own senses of smell and taste."
More kissing, more random noises of pleasure and turned-on-ness and growling, and Sadde's hands might start exploring the exposed expanses of Cam's back.
...Sadde really appreciates those flight muscles. And sure, vampire memory means he only needs one pass at them all to memorise the entire topology, but who cares, there'll be several passes, and a whole lot of kissing.
Cam can't really growl but he can make sounds! Appreciative sounds. He is mostly going with the wing-plastering model of embrace but his hands have a little room under the canopy of navy blue to wander around, mostly in the chest area.
Sadde has the kind of body you'd expect from a somewhat narcissistic vampire with biokinesis.
...
"One question," he manages to pull away to ask.
Shrug. "I am without maidenly virtue to sully? Don't haul me around or literally move very fast and if you have oddball kinks, run them by me beforehand."
"Kinks can wait, I mostly want to be alone with you without wearing any clothes for a week straight, at least, but I understand if that's a bit too long for you."
"I will need coffee breaks if you want me awake for this period of time."
Yes, lots of those! And since he got what he's interpreting as carte blanche, he soon kicks his shoes and socks off, and stops doing the wandering hands thing to start getting rid of his trousers. He doesn't fumble with them because that'd imply less than perfect control over his movements and awareness of his body and environments, but their current position does make it somewhat awkward so he soon growls in frustration and just rips them off—not by strength alone, since he's pretty much reduced his to human levels, but rather by using his witchcraft to produce tiny barbs on his legs that'd do the job for him. It's reduced to tatters after he's done.
"Only when I'm very displeased about how fast I'm removing my clothes and have hacked myself out of superstrength so I can't just pull and tear it off."