Nick tips his head back and to the side automatically when he sees where Leo's gaze has wandered, feels the heat and weight of it on his skin. It'll be hours before it's gone, longer if Leo chooses to keep it open, though it's unlikely to become one of Nick's few scars.

Nick stands in the doorway then, waiting while Leo examines him, and doesn't move any farther into the room until he's told to. Then, though, he stalks across the room without hesitation. He positively radiates both lust and satisfaction as he braces on knee, and then the other, on the bed to either side of Leo's hips and slides onto his lap, the rough denim of Leo's jeans catching at the damp hair on his thighs and balls as he settles in and presses forward.

Nick's own eyes are glowing a deep, burnished gold, and if he were in his other form his tail would be lashing in anticipation as he slides his hands up Leo's chest and over his shoulders. He doesn't even try to suppress the deep, rumbling purr that vibrates through his chest on every exhale. It's entirely possible he over-stepped, that Leo had meant for him to hit his knees and and give him his mouth, but he'll be pushed off quick enough if that's the case... and be more than happy to pay for his transgression in exchange for the opportunity to press close to Leo like this, even if it's only for a moment.