Feeling the boy simply attacking at his skin, he tilted his head further in a bit. Trying his best not to push Leandro up against the wall. âOkay.â He whispered.
It wasnât an initial realization, but when he felt Jon move his head to give him more space to bite, Leandro couldnât help but smile. He was cute, considerate--funny--and Leandro knew what he was doing to Jon now. Tugging at his shirt, he whispered, âIf you want me... you can have me.â







