John knew he only had one in him, but he knew something Eliot couldn't know yet, young as he was. John could last. He could last all fucking noght if he wanted to. Sometimes it even took time to jerk off.

His fingers dug into Eliot's hip bones and John leaned forward over his back.

"You give it up like this for everyone?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I bet you flex for every cock you see. Fucking slut. Got a good ass, though. You feel so fucking good..."