Jack pulled in a sharp breath when John's fingers pushed into him, letting it out in a low moan as he pushed back against the pressure and burn of intrusion, relaxing the muscles to accomodate. Breathing deep as John paused at his hole, slowly reaching out with his mind, relaxed enough to try to make contact. Stronger than he had been the last time he'd seen John in his universe, brushing a tendril of thought against John's mind in a muted plea for contact.