[God, he looks good all spread out like that, pulling John closer as if into a web. He's just about to climb onto the bed, on top of Petre, when the offhand comment leads him to glance at said bedside table and -
- whoa.]
That's - a lotta shit. [Things he wouldn't begin to know how to use. Things he's not quite sure how to relate to sex at all. How much is Petre expecting from him, anyway? And how did he manage to arrange his first hook-up with someone so insanely beyond his knowledge level?]
Got any - preferences? [Sweet jesus, where does he start?]
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- whoa.]
That's - a lotta shit. [Things he wouldn't begin to know how to use. Things he's not quite sure how to relate to sex at all. How much is Petre expecting from him, anyway? And how did he manage to arrange his first hook-up with someone so insanely beyond his knowledge level?]
Got any - preferences? [Sweet jesus, where does he start?]