John groaned loudly into Jack's mouth, at the firm and sure touch. He pulled at fabric, impatient, seeking flesh. One arm tight around Jack's waist, trapped against the earth beneath them, the other pinching, smoothing and scratching in turn over the firm muscles of Jack's chest.
He bit and worried at Jack's lower lip, starting to growl low as he did so. His hips pushed forward reflexively, as he sought more.