"Kitty my love.." He purred at her. "If you only understood how good it felt to be bad." He stated with a coax of his hands touching across her body. How he missed her in her adult form. Missed his hands, not female him's hands. Just touching her.
The huff brought his attention to the Lockheed. "Well now you got something to say, eh." There was a coy smirk across his lips as he watched the dragon. With a little wave, his attention was brought back to Kitty, where he really wanted his attention to be and he was even rewarded with freedom. As Kitty phased his shirt off his torso, John sucked in a deep breath. "Oh sweet baby Jesus," Pyro gasped in air again while running his hands over his bare chest. "Oh man this feels good." He laughed softly while stretching his body some as he adjusted back.
Pulling the blanket down, revealing the shirt she was wearing. "Well of course you're comfortable, that's my shirt." John proclaimed scrunching his face at her. "If I didn't love you in my clothes so much, I would have a problem with this." John pulled on the shirt some. "Because I really do enjoy it.." He then leaned back down so his face was close to hers. "Might enjoy it more on the floor though."