"Mmhmm," he agreed with his assessment, the third finger making him gasp and writhe with pleasurable pain. The fingers were gone, and Bobby moaned lightly at the lack of him, his body relaxing but longing for that fullness again.
"Yeah, okay," he agreed. It would probably be best for his heart anyway- he realised he hadn't mentioned his heart, but he was sure that it wouldn't matter. That if anything happened, he could just ask him to stop and he would. Hopefully it wouldn't be necessary.
He practically whimpered at the attention to his cock again, and he reached behind him, fingers gripping rather desperately at Sean's thigh.