John turned his head to press his cheek flat to the cool wood. A pleased noise escaped him at the touch of Babe's hand and he shifted restlessly. He reached a hand behind him to clutch at Babe's hip.
That very restlessness made him smile and slow his touches. The arch of John's back, the curve of his hips, slipping down over his ass, tracing a line back up the insides of his thighs. "You in a hurry?" he muttered as he pulled back and away. "Stay there."
He'd only gone to the other room to find some lubricant. But he didn't rush, ditching his shorts in the bedroom at the same time. It was a pretty amazing thing to see, he thought, John's bare ass, his body bent over like that. He let out a low huff of breath as he stood behind him, thighs touching. Smirking he uncapped the bottle, letting it drip down onto skin, sliding a finger through it, down the crease of John's ass. "I like it when you're naked. I like it when I'm naked when you're naked," he almost laughed.
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