"Top drawer," John told him, and very deliberately didn't think about the fact he'd slept with someone (sure, not here, but still someone) not two weeks before Bobby moved in. Sex-as-distraction, that was him. But he didn't want this to be a distraction.

"We can take our time, if you want," John murmured, looking up at his boyfriend, before snaking a hand up to cup the back of his head and tug him down into a deep, slow kiss. This was after all Bobby's first time - he should be way more considerate. The sheer ache of his arousal was something he didn't have to satisfy right away, and besides, John should not be so eager to get fucked. "I'm not going anywhere." That at least was definitely true.