[Lea grumbles and rolls them over, resting his weight heavily on top of Roxas.]

It's always "it was okay" and "I don't mind" and --

[As he shifts to get comfortable, it's impossible not to notice how hard Roxas is. Lea pushes up on an elbow and scowls down at him, unceremoniously shoving his free hand down the front of Roxas' pants to take him in hand.]

So what's this, then? I think this is a little more than not minding.