John noticed that lost, poleaxed look, recognising instinctively the anxiety building in Bobby's body, almost a tenseness. He should have known better than to prompt it with a question, a decision even. "Hey," John murmured, to direct Bobby's attention to him and away from such terrible things as having to make up his own goddamn mind, "don't worry about me. I'm gonna fuck you the way you should be fucked for your first time, which is romantic. Like I said." Putting aside the fact that John preferred to get fucked while he was on all fours, because that was not romantic.

Squeezing some lube onto a finger, he distracted Bobby with a kiss as he slid that finger down to softly stroke at Bobby's pucker, both slicking him up and just getting him used to the feeling, before he pressed in the tip of his finger just a little. "You're doing great," he murmured, even if Bobby hadn't reacted much.