Bobby laughed softly and kissed him again. "I don't need to know the number," he told him with a smile, focusing on anything but his finger moving in and out of John, because if he thought about that it was gonna drive him crazy.

Second finger, he'd said. Right. He hesitated as he drew his finger nearly all the way out and then slowly added his middle finger, jaw clenched at the increased pressure. "Shit," he breathed, leaning his forehead against John's for a moment, "This is gonna feel amazing."