Regulus felt so confused. He always knew what to do, knew how to act. He'd spent his life cultivating the perfect image whether at a formal dinner or in a bedroom with a so-called friend. Nothing in his past had prepared him for Jake, and this lack of knowledge confused and upset him.
They kissed and touched, but when he felt Jake's cock harden, he froze. Was there some etiquette, something that he should know? Was it too forward, not enough? He pulled back frowning. "I don't... I can't read mind... well, I can," he added, "but that's not the point. You don't want me getting into your head, but-" He kissed Jake again, because that was the one thing he knew how to do and felt good.
"I hate this," he murmured against Jake's lips. "I hate not knowing." He hated being vulnerable enough to admit it.