Bobby sort of wished he'd fingered himself at some point before this, just so it was a more familiar sensation, although it wasn't completely foreign, not entirely. still, a tongue was different from fingers, which he assumed was different from a cock. At any rate, he was about to find out.

He took a slow, deep breath and nodded his agreement of John's words. "Yeah, I'm ready as I'll ever be," he said wryly, grinning faintly as he watched John, mostly able to keep himself relaxed because he had complete faith in John, that he would be gentle, that if Bobby needed him to slow down or even to stop, he would.

He added in a soft voice, "I want to feel you inside of me, baby."