"You're a weak man, John. I expected so much more." Jim's voice dipped low, as if he sound sad. As if he were hurt by what John had done while he'd hoped John would have done this in the first place.
Jim could no longer hold back. He needed the relief perhaps as bad as John did. So when his sniper once more pleaded, begged, Jim pulled back both his hands. Eagerly he undid his trousers, though he didn't pulled them down completely.
Once more he squeezed the lube, coating himself up after he' attached the condom. He had considered doing John without, but god knows where this one had been...
Jim lined himself up and without warning pushed in. A loud groan echoed through his office. One hand moved to John's hips, the other to his lower back to keep him pushed down. "God.. How can you still be so... tight." Jim moaned, entering more and more.