John murmured, tracing his hand down from the boys head, over his cheek and then grabbing a light hold of his chin where he dragged his thumb gently over the boys soft bottom lip. Harry nodded, still trembling, slightly flinching when John touched him. Harry said nothing for a few moments and simply stared at the man, staying as still as stone. His eyes were wide and focused in on the bulge before him. It was hard to miss when John kept subtly making faint thrusting motions at Harry's face.