Next time, absolutely. Next time he'll spend hours taking John apart with his mouth and his fingers until neither of them can stand it any longer. But right now he needs John, and he straddles his hips, bracing a hand against John's chest as he sinks down slowly onto him.
He doesn't stop until John's in him to the hilt and he pauses to catch his breath, eyes fluttering shut, lashes long and dark against his cheeks, lips parted. "Oh my, yes."