For a few moments, Andrei basked in it. That feeling of belonging, of being somewhere safe and great and almost, almost being whole. He could feel how Leon revelled in that feeling, how his fangling was perfectly fine with this arrangement. How fucking beloved this was. But then Leon made Andrei sit up, and Andrei felt how hard he was.
And that's when something else surged. Not the love he had for Leon, or rather, a different kind of love. Because he shouldn't want to fuck Leon, shouldn't want to own Leon. Leon was something he should protect, something he should make ready for the world. He was a sire, Leon a fangling. Andrei's paternalistic feelings went to war with his sexual ones.
And so, Andrei shoved Leon away, breaking the kiss. "We can't be doin' this."