"God yes," he agrees, not sure what he's agreeing to other than everything as a whole. A general statement that this is really, really fantastic and he'd love to be able go on like this for hours, and maybe some day they will. But for the first time together, he's not certain either of them have the patience for it.
Carefully, he pushes John's hand away and shifts the other man onto his back. Then he gets an idea and a wicked sort of smirk crosses his face. He'd learned this trick a while back, and he might as well see if he can still do it. So Q unwraps the condom and slips it into his mouth and, with the very clever use of his tongue, rolls the condom onto John.