Haunted Wood Another Chance

When the male mentions he’s not good with a cute pouty face Santi loses it. Damn, it went right over his head. He thinks to himself. The fit of laughter he tries to hold back cannot be contained, for it bubbles up his throat and squeezes past his lips in a hearty laugh.

“Amor, I know you’re not food. I was trying to fuck with you. Y’know?” He asks slightly, still thinking that he might not understand. 

“Nevermind that, lindo.” The male continues the ghost of a smile from his precious laughing fit remains. And the other male speaks with a voice unsure. Talking about how he doesn’t understand half of what Santiago says and he smiles sweetly back at him. 

“Of course, I’ll teach you.” He reassures. When the smaller looks to him with those round eyes of his, it strikes something into him. “How could I not? When you look at me like that.” The silky smooth, sweetness his voice holds possibly only for the younger.