"Here's hoping the mood takes us somewhere with less clothes," John mutters and Jensen laughs against his neck.
"Less clothes would be good," Jensen replies, working on John's shirt even as he feels John working on his own.
Pulling back from his neck long enough to push the shirt off of John's shoulders, heedless of the cufflinks and buttons on the cuffs, just needing to get at more of his skin. That's almost as addictive to him right now as the white stuff.