- There's just a few things running through James's head as Dante reaches for him.
One, he absolutely cannot be thinking about sleeping with a student. This rings in his ears loud and clear even as Dante trails his fingers teasingly over the growing bulge in James's pants, even as he spins the buttons on his shirt like it's a game to him. It doesn't matter that Dante is of age. It doesn't matter that he's clearly wanting it. He's a student. And that's nothing that James can mess with. The next thought...is that, two, he clearly didn't take enough of his blood replenishing potion if he's going to be so easily swayed.
The third is that he's completely and royally fucked because he greatly misunderstood his instincts when he begged Minerva for this job, and, four, that he'll more than likely need to be packed and ready to flee before the night's out.
"I can't play with anything belonging to you, Dante, you know that," he says softly, voice low and thick and more than a little husky. He sets the potion bottle on the nightstand where it won't be overturned and sits back on his bed, laying back on his elbows with his eyes pinned to the young man on the far end. "Can't stop you if you keep yourself entertained, though, can I?"