"I don't make an 'abit of filling out forms," John murmurs into his ear as he slides his hands beneath the waistband of Bob's loosened-but-still-present trousers, gripping the other man's arsecheeks with strong fingers as he grinds his crotch up into him—which is possibly a lot less of a tease for John, given the thin cotton of his boxers allows for a good amount of sensation to pass through. "I'm a rebel like that, yeah?"

Without actively pushing them down, he manages somehow to get the trousers a bit lower, mostly by using his legs, which are currently wrapped around Bob's thighs.