Leon & Paxton & OPEN
Paxton blinked, wondering if really did see that familiar predatory glint in Leon's eyes. James bit him, of course, most of his marks hidden under the collar of Paxton's shirt and the fabric of Paxton's suit, but the demon wasn't particularly keen on having Leon mark him as well. James had the right to do so.
Besides, Paxton thought the whole biting and bleeding thing wouldn't be as much of a turn on if there wasn't sex involved. He wondered if Leon would be able to recognize James' bite marks.
No, best abstain of that altogether.
Paxton tipped his head to the side, struck by the ease with which Leon revealed such a major weakness. He would never give anyone ammunition like that so easily. "He graduated last year, correct? How is the long distance thing going?" Paxton had vaguely known about Mickey, but the rumors about the boy drowned out the vague impression the djinn had made on him. Pretty, dumb, slutty. Not at all suited for Leon. Paxton smiled wrily. "And no, not seeing anyone like that. It'd be a distraction."