He'd been getting there, next! No one likes the zipper stab, after all.
Still, this is much nicer, and John huffs out a little sound of approval - no matter really, that it's swallowed up between lips and tongues. Dipping his hips forward a little, John forces just a bit more friction before deciding that the time for slow teasing is definitely over and these bloody trousers and everything else have just got to go. He has just enough grace to make it not look like complete fumbling.