Mickey wasn't aware of Leon's inner turmoil. Mickey knew all about vampires: he'd interacted with plenty of them, had been bitten by Ben, knew some of the skeeviness that was James. He should be once bitten, twice shy. But this was Leon, and Leon still kindled a fire within him. And Mickey's fire? It always burned.
There was passion in Leon's movements. It was something Mickey was familiar with, the way Leon could claim him when they were doing what they were doing. The cold, the fangs, those weren't things Mickey knew, but the rest? The rest was all Leon.
Mickey winced when Leon bit him before diving back in, kissing him back. Mickey blinked slowly before finally finding Leon's eyes again. "Why? Do you want me to?"