"Never had?" He must’ve been like Mak, then, born into the bloodline, rather than turned. But when he hears the story, it seems much less appealing — in the way that Kibum nearly rethinks wanting to be turned at all. He doesn’t want to forget his humanity, even with as shitty as it’s been for the last seven years. "That doesn’t sound pleasant, not at all.." He frowns, a soft sigh leaving him, and then he’s shuddering, the kisses pressed to his skin sparking electricity within his veins. It’s a feeling he hasn’t had the pleasure to feel in forever, and it makes his nails dig into the other’s back just a little. "But you are… even if you’re kind of stoic, and a little rough around the edges, you’re sweet. You’ve made me blush like four times within the past ten minutes…" He sighs a little, lashes fluttering as his eyes close, and he lifts up enough to press a gentle kiss to Leon’s cheek. "No one’s ever been able to make me do that."
Leon merely nods, lips pursing for a moment as if he’s indeed saddened by his own story, albeit actually having grown completely used to not knowing a thing about himself. It is not the most pleasant thing, and he does wish he knew more, to be able to figure out who he actually is, but it’s all in the past by now, and he has nobody left to ask. “ It isn’t pleasant, but there’s nothing I can do about it. ” He shrugs almost lazily, eyes lingering by Kibum’s for another few moments and he almost chuckles at the sweet admittance. “ That is pleasing to hear, believe me when I say that I’ll make an effort to make it happen more than once. ” He coos pleasantly, the heated imprint of lips still lingering upon his cheek. It makes him lean in, hands seeking purchase upon lean hips as he presses just a tad closer, kissing along protruding collarbones.