His breath hitching now with every slow agonizing stroke, John doesn't do much more than moan, his eyes glazing over a little, and then groaning even more when it stops, his attention now intently focused on Bob as he prepares himself.

"Cheeky bugger," he murmurs, not that it's exactly a newsflash at this point. He brings his knees back up and pulls them towards his chest, his gaze becoming more heated as anticipation grows. "Don't be gentle, now," he says, smirking as well.