[The rest dies in his throat, for two reasons. First of all, he was going to end it with "moving pretty fast," but he doesn't even get halfway through saying it before that makes him feel like the girl here or something. Guys are totally supposed to move fast! (And he's been with girls who move that fast too, and he knows it.) There's something weak about asking to slow down, something that makes him feel weird about himself and also makes this more real in a way he can't decide if he's ready for.
But the other reason is that it feels so fucking good that he chokes on the words, biting his lip and moaning. That makes it hard to complain, too. He likes this. It's pretty obvious, to Johnny now as much as anyone, since he can feel how quickly Leon's body is reacting to the touch.
Once again he flounders for what to do, pawing aimlessly at Johnny's back. In the back of his mind, he's embarrassed about that.]
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[The rest dies in his throat, for two reasons. First of all, he was going to end it with "moving pretty fast," but he doesn't even get halfway through saying it before that makes him feel like the girl here or something. Guys are totally supposed to move fast! (And he's been with girls who move that fast too, and he knows it.) There's something weak about asking to slow down, something that makes him feel weird about himself and also makes this more real in a way he can't decide if he's ready for.
But the other reason is that it feels so fucking good that he chokes on the words, biting his lip and moaning. That makes it hard to complain, too. He likes this. It's pretty obvious, to Johnny now as much as anyone, since he can feel how quickly Leon's body is reacting to the touch.
Once again he flounders for what to do, pawing aimlessly at Johnny's back. In the back of his mind, he's embarrassed about that.]