"Mad?" Alexei chuckled, running his hand through his hair. "How can I be mad at you? I am just disappointed in myself. No matter how much I try, I just ... I can't control it when it comes to you."
Elijah had an urge to rub the head of this overgrown, silly cub.
Hadn't he clearly told the boy that lust was essentially his second nature? If he could change it at his will, that would be a dream come true.
In fact, Elijah was already quite impressed by Alexei's self-control.
Every time he would ask to stop, albeit very reluctantly, the teen would do so.
Like right now.
The exorcist shifted closer, and ignoring the numbing ache in his lower back, he reached forward.
Gently, he patted Alexei's head, his watery gray eyes filled with nothing but spring-like warmth.
"You are already doing better, Lyosha. Honestly, I half-expected you to do it."
Alexei huffed. "I don't like forcing you."
