John certainly wouldn't have said the kiss was stolen. More like freely given. Or loaned out, with interest payable in the form of sex. That grin definitely did thing to him; things that were only enhanced by the feel of that chilled mouth around his cock. "Christ," John cursed softly, legs spreading open a bit more instinctively, his ass still aching in the best sort of way. A lot of the time, John had taken control of the blowjob at this point, one hand on the back of Bobby's head. But while he did roll his hips a little, he was so sated by the sex itself, and so lost in the feel of that mouth (to say nothing of the way Bobby looked sucking dick, which John was fairly sure was way worse than any sin he'd ever learned about), that all he could do was let out a breathy, needy growl and let his head tip back on the pillow.

"You look fucking incredible," he sighed up at the ceiling, pistoning his hips a bit more, loving that up-and-down feel.