"Jesus bloody fuck," John says, and cursing comes so naturally he doesn't even really get points for things like finding words or enunciating. He's pretty sure he's been sleeping with the wrong kind of blokes in the past, because he's never seen or felt one do that before, all quirky talent and deviousness. It's impressive enough where he nearly wants to demand a re-do. Except even that seems like too much to wait for. Next time, he tells himself. Next time there will be a lot more of a lot of things. "C'mere, then." Because apparently he really is just an impatient thing.