John doesn't believe in complete perfection anyway, and the uneven movements aren't a bother at all, even when it ends up ruining the stroking pace of his hand. "Christ," he says, because he's never been good at remaining silent for too long -- he feels the need to fill the space between gasps.
"You're--" but he has no real words, because sentences are hard when he's distracted, and he's half thinking of flipping the other man over and taking the top just so he can kiss him again.