John caught a deep breath, slid one hand lightly into Ben's (slightly damp) hair, kissed the side of his throat with warm, affection and gentleness that was completely at odds with the way he was moving, that they were moving. Less focused, less intense, and definitely fleeting, that brush of his lips against Ben's hot skin, taste of salt just feeding into everything and... no. No this was not going to last long and no one was impotent. At all.