John can't see them either, both from the angle and from the fact that he'd need to figure out how to look down for more than a second without the suspicion that he's going to come just from seeing Charlie looking that good hovering over his dick.

John swallows and it's clear that he's taking the responsibility of having a brain in this situation, that this is a burden he will willingly bear. But then he speaks, voice syrupy and with an undercurrent of want.

"I don't want to do anything to you," he says slowly, " but I want to- I want to do things with you. I want to hold your thighs and kiss the sensitive skin along the inside; pull your sac into my mouth and wrap my tongue all around you and let you feel how good it can be while I stroke you. I want... to slide my tongue inside of you and eat your ass until you're slick and ready, and if you want it, press my cock inside slow so you can feel every inch and there's no more room and you're so full you can barely breathe for how good it feels. And then I want to kiss you all over your back before I move, grind against your insides, only after that will I start nice and slow." A pause before he breathes out. "I want you to say my name the way I was saying yours."