Greg couldn't stop the low wanton moan that slipped from his lips as Theo touched him, really brushed him in his settling.
"What love? Do you still understand this? What it means?" And he guided Theo's hand back to his swollen member. He wasn't going to force Theo to do anything; that previous experience or accident had been scarring for both of them. He shifted, his length hard against Theo's hand,"That's me, wanting you, Theo. It's for..sex, when you want it," and he swallowed,"I've been waiting for you, Theo. Only you."
He was quiet again, feeling this overwhelming need for reassurance, "Do you like it still? Do you want to...maybe...later?" he asked, his tone with a hint of earnest need.