For once, John shut up and just let himself be kissed. For a few moments at least, his response being restricted to knuckles lightly stroking up and down Bobby's side, before he moved his hand to get a handful of Bobby's butt, and bring them close together. They fit close together, John feeling like he was little more than a cock and a hand, his dick pressed up against Bobby's.

Taking a step back as he returned the kiss, wanting Bobby, wanting him so bad, he reached blindly out with his right arm, bending his knees a bit till he found the mattress and then half-fell, half-leaned, and mostly-tugged Bobby down with him.

John broke the kiss to smile up at his boyfriend, and then gave Bobby's butt a light slap to encourage him as he scrambled to situate himself properly on the big four poster. "Fuck," he said, guttural and low, seeing Bobby there with him.