Deep breath in, then slow exhale. Again. It's starting to become almost hypnotic, which he suspects that Bruce wants. That drift to something less restrained, less overwhelmed with base needs and desperation. A space John can admit he struggles to reach at times; as much as he seems willing to give in easily to alcohol, drugs, and sex, it's always on his own terms, and always maintains careful walls of how much he lets people in. Giving up some of that control and letting someone else decide for him... it's not easy, but he trusts Bruce.

Enough that he slips further into the rhythm, and as Bruce tightens his grip again, John lets the dizzy feeling sweep over in the carefully controlled waves that Bruce follows, feeling his pulse racing and slowing against the other man's hand in turn. He's still achingly hard, but there's a measure of distance to it, enough to hold off any imminent risk of ending too soon. Probably for the best as Bruce guides him back forward and down, hands dragging over aching skin and sending distant tremors through where the pegs still pinch his skin painfully.

Then there's a slick, chill touch against him and John practically groans in relief shifting to try and spread his legs further in open invitation. After the spanking and with the sharp tug where the pegs still dig in, the coldness of the lube is almost a balm, and he's certain Bruce planned that too.