"Oh? So I buy you something pretty, and...say, suck you off. And you make me cum over and over?" Leon rolled then, sliding one of his legs between Avery's as he propped himself up on his elbows. Most of his weight was to one side, not quite pushing down on Avery, but there was just enough there to leave a thousand suggestive thoughts in his own mind. Reaching down, he plucked Avery's sunglasses from his face, and slipped them one his own face.

"You're right, I don't." He flashed Avery a smile that lacked in warmth of any sort. "But doing 'terrible' things with you might imply that I want to fuck you. And I don't know..."

It was easier than he thought it would be, flirting with another boy (no matter how poorly it was done). Maybe it was just because Avery was easy, or that he'd just been desperate for this in general. Either way, it was strangely freeing. Even if the other boy was going giddy about his uncle's journals.

"Are you going to nut over some journals?" He asked skeptically, raising a brow as he lowered himself a little, inspecting Avery's ever feature through the tinted glass of Avery's sunglasses. "He wrote everyday in them. About the new spells he'd learned, people he'd attacked, stuff like that. And he didn't have anyone to leave them to, so Meme gave them to me. Which is sort of like him leaving them to me. I was really little when he died. Only like two or three."