His lips traveled over Lavi's body. Sending pangs of pleasure up the red heads body. That's all this was to him, a pleasure.
He knew that Lavi didn't have the same feelings for him as he did for Lavi. Yet every week he came back to the older exorsist.
Pressing his body close. Kissing every inch of Lavi. Pleasing him in anyway he wanted. But he never got anything in return. Even now as he used his mouth to bring the boy to climax. He knew that once Lavi had climaxed he would send him away.
All Lavi wanted was the pleasure.
And all Allen wanted was his love.