This was a good moment. A good thing between all of them and John wasn't really used to having good things, but he thought maybe he could get used to this. Two of them kissed and there'd be one watching, but no matter who was waiting, John felt like they all managed to be breathless the kissing anyway.
He licked his own lips, ducked his head down a little after the kiss with Peter -- not because he was she (he wasn't. John hadn't been shy for just about as long as he could remember -- and savored the moment. He wanted to bury himself in the both of them, learn new curves and angles and live in them for a while. No, he didn't much remember the hurt of anything either, so long as he didn't let himself.
"The chairs and my lap thank you," John said with a laugh, clearly delighted with the suggestion. "Bedroom?" It was a question because he didn't want to push - John was an ass but he was a gentleman at the same time, thanks. Everyone had to be on board. But he thought, probably, that wasn't going to be a problem at all.