Bruce hitches his hips forward, grinds his own cock against John's ass, holding him hard at one hip. His other hand stays in that loose grip, moving up to let his open palm rub just over the tip of him, knowing that if he gives him anything more significant he'll come - and knowing that this is completely crazymaking, too. He leans his head back, takes and releases a deep breath, centering himself. Not unaffected.

When he pulls himself back, he runs his fingers lightly up the magician's stiff cock, from the head down to the base and up his abs, to his chest. Higher, until he can wrap his broad hand around his throat. Bruce presses his face against John's, nuzzling close and almost affectionate, while he squeezes his windpipe. Controlled, careful. Lets him get a breath, constricts as he's exhaling. Again.

Holds there, for a long moment.

Thinking about nothing.

When he removes his hand, he yanks off one pin from his thigh at the same time.