There had been a question on Bobby's lips, he was sure; but Bobby didn't ask it, and John had learned not to press. Responding to Bobby's kisses, John angled his right arm over Bobby's shoulders, fingers lazily tracing patterns in skin as they kissed, making a small, guttural sound of pleasure in the back of his throat at those kisses to his neck. Definitely a weak spot.

Maybe he should just let Bobby do this for a while? John smiled gently at the thought, and then shifted his arm a little so he could scrape Bobby's back with his fingernails, just a little reminder that he wasn't just Mr. Helplessly Enjoying Being Kissed. He followed that up by thrusting up a little with his hips to slide their cocks along one another a little, driving a broken, laughing wheeze of arousal from his mouth as his head tipped back, breaking the kissing for a second.