John managed a shaky breath, chest going up and down slowly, deliberately slowly, because he wasn't going to be some kind of big girl and have a total freak out about getting laid. He could control himself thank you, and the kiss took the edge of things, nice, simple, gentle kiss. Still, it was easier to do after letting his eyes fall shut, so what he had to do was listen/feel/sense everything that was happening.

And then Bobby's finger was working his way inside, the lube cold, and it had been a while. "Okay..." breathed John, "I'm good. Fuck me for a bit, then add another finger because you're more than adequate," he added with a smile, "and we'll be good to go. Is it the right time for me to confess I absolutely love your dick?" he concluded, still teasing, and opened his eyes. Anything to distract Bobby from his completely understandable nerves and remind him that John wanted this, wanted this so much was hopefully a good thing.