Before I realized I was gay, I had a boyfriend. He was great we were friends, had stuff in common, shared many cuddles, all that jazz. But the best thing he ever did, the thing I still respect him most for? He always asked for explicit consent. If I didn't give a yes, he didn't continue. We did eventually have sex, to which I consented, but he could tell I wasn't really into it. So we talked about it, decided we made better friends than sexual partners, and moved on. That's how it's done.