It's nice to know that Q doesn't seem to be too posh and polite, after all. But really, John wasn't worried.
Hair tugging he approves of. Enough to wrap an arm around Q's lithe frame, pressing him closer still. His other hand settles easily on the younger man's chin, as if quite intending to keep him where he is even as he deepens the kiss some. Kisses are always the most optimal when there's tongue and a bit of teeth clacking involved.