Hard pressed not to give in to how frantically he wants to take John's clothes off, Bob's forces himself to loosen his hands. Shrugging his own shirt off is easier when he's not completely entwined with the other man and even though he's relinquished his hold of John's arse, it gives him the opportunity to cup the other man's face.

Framing John's jawline with his warm hands, he takes the opportunity to pull back a fraction, takes a much needed breath himself and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth thoughtfully. He takes a good look at the other man's face, lets his appreciative gaze drop down the front of John's body before his hands drop to his shoulders and he pushes the white shirt clean off. It lands at the floor somewhere but he doesn't care where.

"Mm. Very fucking nice," he comments hoarsely, eyes flicking up over John's shoulder to locate the bed before he's leaning in again. With his mouth dropping to the side of the other man's neck, kisses trailing a sloppy line up from base to jawline, he uses his weight to not-so-gently suggest they make for the bed.