[Leon can feel himself filling that tiny space left by popping the button immediately, and groans with the little relief it brings. This is spiraling out of control fast, which maybe should feel worse than it does? But it doesn't. He doesn't even notice any particular expression on Johnny's face, only managing to vaguely think that he's beautiful through the haze of pleasure. Beautiful . . . not a word he'd usually use for a guy, but it's appropriate here . . . maybe that's helping.
His thighs twitch apart, inviting, and then half close again out of a jolt of nerves. But to hell with that! This is what he's here for, is this hand on his dick! So he forces them open again, turning his face to bury it in Johnny's soft hair, body squirming under him.]
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His thighs twitch apart, inviting, and then half close again out of a jolt of nerves. But to hell with that! This is what he's here for, is this hand on his dick! So he forces them open again, turning his face to bury it in Johnny's soft hair, body squirming under him.]
H-hey, uh . . . what kinda stuff d'you . . . like?