"Fuck -- " He's definitely going to have to suck John off some time, if he reacts to the suggestion of it that well. Maybe if John stays the night, he'll get a pleasant wakeup call.
He lets out a keening sort of whine at John's light tease and decides tonight, he can cede control for a while. So he carefully slips off John and stretches out on his back on the bed, tugging John with him. "Fuck me good and proper," he breathes, pressing kisses to the bruises he's left on John's shoulder.