It was taking every ounce of John's control not to come there and then. He gave another long stroke out and back in, shuddering again.
He lay across Jack's back, flesh against flesh, holding Jack with him, arm wrapped around Jack's chest now, aware this was probably putting tension on the chain at his neck, pinching Jack's nipple hard between gloved fingers.
"Us," he mentally whispered, working with Jack to loop the sensations of pleasure. Feeling the sensation of being entered, even as he was entering Jack.
He started a steady pace, slow, insistant, and heavy, making Jack feel every inch, knowing that neither of them were probably going to last very long.