"Why, you looking for a new arsehole, mate?" Bob counters, his eyes snapping upwards to the other man's face as he smears lube over the condom. Dropping the tube out of the way, he edges forward, hands gripping John's thighs just above the backs of his knees to press his legs harder against his chest. His eyebrows are raised but he's not surprised, just wants the other man to read the challenge in his expression. If that's how John likes it then who's he to say no?

"Or maybe..." he starts to say, voice dropping into a heated murmur and gaze narrowing on John's face as he drops a hand between them to line himself up. "...maybe you just really want to remember this tomorrow when you try sitting the fuck down."

He doesn't move, doesn't press himself any further than existing as tight pressure against the other man because he's going to be that bloke. He wants to hear John ask for it - ask for him - again. And he never does something he's asked to the first time. That's just a bit too well-behaved.