Leo Walsh

       "Jesus Christ--" Leo couldn't help the small whine that parted his ruby lips as soon as he felt Tommy's lips against his neck. The professor's hand slid further down, fingers parting his lover's cheeks gently before sliding them right in between the cleft of his ass, teasing at his tight entrance. "Is that all you got? You don't sound very convincing."

     "You're already my bitch, and you know it." Leo hummed, casually, and walked over to Tommy, his arm wrapping around the other's waist, hand shoved into the back of the other man's pants immediately. "Now, say please."

      "Better."

     "Well... this, for instance." Leo's hand slid over the boy's chest, until his fingers grasped around that thick girth firmly, slowly moving his hand up and down around Salem's length. Then, without any warning, Leo's hands trailed even further south, right in between Salem's legs, fingers pressing against the boy's entrance teasingly. "I think I could get away with anything I wanted to, love." The older man whispered against the younger's ear, fingers massaging the tight rim of muscles, but never pushing in, not yet. He wanted to hear Salem moan and beg first.

         "I think I could get away with a lot more, love." Leo spoke, already groaning when he felt Salem crawling so close to him, grinding against his most sensitive part. The teacher couldn't help but lift his hips to meet Salem's, head tipped back as another groan parted his ruby lips. The man's hands come to rest behind Salem's neck, toying at the small strands of hair there and tugging him closer, close enough to steal a passionate kiss from his lover's lips, lingering long enough for Leo to run out of breath. 

     "I'm not calling you daddy, Thomas."

       "Please. Being able to make toast hardly qualifies as being an amazin chef." Leo couldn't help the chuckle though, quickly getting back up only to approach his lover again, but this time Leo took a seat in Salem's lap instead. "There. This seat's more comfortable." The older man said with a smile, leaning closer to peck at the younger's lips, tasting him once again, a soft whine escaping from his own and filling the room with static. The man slowly rolled his hips down against Salem's with a wicked grin, reaching for a piece of the toast and holding it at his lover's lips. "Say ahhh." 

    Leo should've probably left the premises a long time ago, but he didn't. Not until he had seen wherever this was going-- and to possibly clean up the consequences it brought along. "Never been good at fishing, I'll have to pass." Leo mumbled below his breath, a certain annoyance showing in his voice. It's not like Tommy ever listened anyway, so he didn't know why he still bothered trying.

      "I'm not cleaning this mess up, just saying." As soon as Tommy cut into his own palm Leo rushed to his side with some cloth towels, shaking his head, taking the other's wrist after the blood had dropped into the kettle. He wrapped one of the towels around Tommy's hand, making sure it was a nice, snug fit. "You're a freaking idiot, Tommy. Seriously."

         "Oh yeah, calling myself a piece of crap makes me feel fantastic, actually." Leo rolled his eyes, eyeing the dagger in Tommy's hand. "I'm not going to give you my blood, Tommy. Nice try though."

       "That I'm a sarcastic piece of crap." Eyebrows arch in return and he approaches the kettle Tommy's making his concoction in, giving it a quick look before stepping back again. "Why don't you just use your own blood?"

       "All I'm good for is to throw sarcastic comments your way. I thought you'd have figured that out by now." Waste of resources, that's what Leo thinks Tommy's doing. Then again, it's not his kitchen, so he really couldn't care less. "Don't say I didn't warn you if things go boom."

      "Definitely nowhere near that pretty head of yours." Leo shook his head a bit, laughing beneath his breath as he leaned back against the table behind him. "You're an idiot, you know that?" But for some unknown reason, Leo was still around. And he would be for a long time to come.