"Frolic in the daisies?" Avery laughed before shaking his head. "Is that what you think gay people do? I suppose in your head we all wear pastels and buy scatter cushions and touch each other's bottoms all of the time, don't we?"

Leon had reversed right back into being intolerable again, but Avery didn't mind much; he was more fun to bother when he was surly.

"Because I'd like to get up close and personal with your cock, isnt that obvious?" He smiled then turned onto his side and reached out to stroke the inside of Leon's thigh. "If you don't want to talk then we'll have to do something. Any suggestions?"