Benjamin vaguely remembered something John had said once, during one of their fights, something about impotence, and even as John's thigh pressed up between his, his own naturally finding the same place between John's, it would have struck him as funny. It would have, truly, only his brain was a little too overwhelmed by the feel of John, and the sight of him like this, begging to be kissed, which he did again, his one of his hands moving down to John's arse, holding him close so they could rock against each other.