Bobby laughed softly, shakily, against John's mouth, trying to move with him as best he could, although it was a little different trying to move from this side. "I understand," he murmured, remembering the first time they'd done this with their positions reversed. Despite his best efforts, he'd come too soon, so he had a fair amount of sympathy for John's current situation.

The full, aching stretch of having John inside him was kind of maddening--in an amazingly good way--and it wasn't long before he slipped his hand between them, curling his fingers around his length and stroking, pacing his hand to John's slow thrusts with a low groan.