Juno didn't need slow, although he could appreciate that trying to get Gavin inside of him as fast as he might want might not be the best of ideas. That doesn't make it easier to wait, and neither did Gavin's eagerness, his clear own desires for more than just the preparation.

"Fuck," Juno said himself, a needy needling sort of noise. "Almost ready, come on."

This was no romantic dinner with flowers, and Juno definitely liked it better that way.