John was - well, not exactly patient, he was never exactly patient - but he was as thoughtful as he could be, and more than that, driven by ego and pride to make it good for Bobby, to not keep all the pleasure for himself and just use the guy and roll over. (Which he sometimes had, with other partners.)

So breathing in and out in short little puffs that matched his initial thrusts, he tried to pace himself, easing to a slower, steadier rhythm that made him groan with the sheer, delicious frustration of it all, leaning down to capture Bobby's lips in a kiss. "You. Are. Amazing," he huffed. "I knew you'd feel this good."