Andrei was broken. He knew. He knew it so well that he'd stopped knowing it. He'd been shattered, but after that, he'd grown strong again. Fierce. Tough. There was this author who'd said it best. Old. Dead. Weird. But true. The worlds break all y'all, but some of us grow strong in the broken places.
Strong wasn't the same as whole.
So, even now, even when it'd been something that made Andrei happier than anything he'd known recently, even when it brought it him closer to being whole than he'd been in a long time, it came out weird. Garbled. Happiness, diluted by possession and a fierce desire to own.
He tried to buck up, wanting to be the one on top, and kissed Leon back, fiercely, almost savagely, his fangs tearing at Leon's bottom lip.