Q's whimpers are hotter than they are adorable, and John likes that, too. Already, he's made up his mind about the fact that he's going to make the younger man produce more of those noises.
"Hullo," John repeats, and it's more vague agreement than greeting. He approves of the continued nibbling, and so does a little more of it himself. "Alright?" He noses at Q's chin until his head is lifted enough so that John might bite at his neck as well.