Johnny slides them forward from the wall of the tub and turns Michael to face and straddle him. That makes it easier to run a hand down his back, scratching lightly the whole way, and then grab his ass. He rubs his other hand along Michael's side and down his leg, straying just inward toward his groin but not actually touching. "Ya feel so good, babe. Your muscles, your skin. All a ya. You're mine, aren't ya?"