Which is ridiculous because Q needs to move from on top of him in order for anything else to really -- you know, actually, John is sure he can swing this. He squirms, offering a little hiss at the bite of nails, and grips Q's hips a little harder -- from there it isn't so hard to push and roll until he's on top, and grinning down wickedly and stupid proud of himself.
"You're ruining my dirty talk, love," he says, and isn't nearly bothered because -- well. Q acts like John could read the phone book and he'd still be interested in a go.