It's not this... instant sort of thing, like so many people here think, or how so many people here can do it. It takes work and time, and planning, and creating and undoing...

( The attention is intense. It's the sort of intense he craves, like water to a dehydrated plant, but it's embarrassing all the same, turning his cheeks and ears a little pink as he struggles to keep calm and collected. It's easier when he's the one in control of things, and so that's normally what he defaults to, for his pride— but this place has opened him up to a lot more, and he's learned that it's worth it to suffer a little embarrassment for the sake of the reward that comes after.

Leo can swallow him surprisingly well. His eyes trace his face as he does, feeling the heat pooled in the pit of his stomach tightening, twisting, and resisting the urge to buck his hips upwards impatiently, seeking out more instant gratification rather than the slow build. But the slow build is nicer, even if it's hard to allow for himself, and so he shifts his legs a little to make up for it, hooking one of them around Leo as if to keep him close. )

There are things like magic circles to learn, as bases, but then you just need the materials, the setup, and in blood magic blood acts as a sort of fuel or energy. It became increasingly difficult, since I was born... ill, but—

( He can feel Leo's warm breath against him, especially when he takes him in as close as that, and he hooks his leg tighter to make up for the burning desire to press in deeper still, to completely give in. He exhales out in a soft hiss, an attempt to hold back the groan that wants to slip free, and lifts an arm to rest over his head, like the stretch of his body might help the feelings. )

I can use any blood as a base. ( Even though his blood is Special, technically... That's his secret. For now, anyway. )