"Mmmmm. The things I could paint on this." His non-charged fingers ran over his torso, admiring the taunt muscle under the skin. Midnight bent to kiss it without dislodging John at all. He rode him a little faster, throwing his head back to drawn down a bit more juice. He was hard and ready to pop, but stroked John's nipple ever so lightly with glee. "Tell me, do you like my trick?"