It occurs to Priestly, just for a moment, how far he's come from Santa Cruz, and how little he expected to be here today. But it's only for a moment, because having John on the cusp of being inside of him does not leave a lot of room for stray thoughts.

"Just do it," he says, pushing himself back against John's hand, and letting a torrent of words loose at last. "Just do it, just fuck me, just do something, you're not gonna hurt me and trust me, I'm going to open up for you, you have no idea, just do it, just try it, just try me, just trust me."