There was a part of him - a part that typically came out after a few drinks with a twinkle in his eye and a crooked grin on his face - that thought about how good it would be to hold Bobby in place properly. Two hands on the back of his head, Bobby all but getting his mouth fucked well and good, maybe Bobby's hands tied behind his back so he couldn't struggle too much. John had done it to partners before. Even without the bondage, John tended towards roughness in sex, as in most things.

The idea of doing that with (and to) Bobby made him grunt a little in the back of his throat; because even as he was ever so careful with his boyfriend, a guy could fantasise. Swallowing thickly, he garbled out a warning before coming with a low cry, just at the moment Bobby took him all the way down again.