John's pulse picked up, his heart hammering in his chest, a flush rising on his chest. He too was basking in the familiar, letting pheromones do their trick, fitting together like two pieces of a jigsaw.
He felt his arousal building, warm curls in his belly, his cock hard in front of him. He was finding it increasingly hard with no touch there, a shock going through him as his cock brushed against the back of the chair briefly.
"Oh, god, Jack," he gasped, breaking off from the dirty talk for just a moment, before resuming in earnest.