Hot breaths fanned their faces as their kiss got more intense; Mark was ready to burst on Leon's hand, but he suddenly pulled his face away, holding Leon's naughty hands inside his pants.
He was heaving, his heart pounding strongly in his chest, "Leon, we need to slow down, please." He slowly slid Leon's hand out of his pants, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Leon frowned, "No, no. Why did you stop?" He pouted, bringing his hand to Mark's lips, "I love kissing you," he whispered.
Mark gritted his teeth, desire enveloped his entire body line molrwn magma, "I'm sorry -"
"Shut up, Mark," Leon turned away from Mark and stumbled out of bed.
Mark thought Leon was leaving the room and had already made up his mind to let him go, but he was surprised when he saw Leon go towards the wardrobe and open it, pushing his head into it to search for something.
He waited.
