"Oh no," a smile is offered to Q before John bites and kisses his way down his arm; he's on a mission to claim every spot of the younger man as his. He ends up right back at Q's mouth, lingers there for a long time, before pulling away just enough to grab for where he knows everything is. Thank fuck for nightstands. "It's too late, now, you've lost the privilege." It's not true of course, but he can pretend.
He's sitting up just enough now to have the proper leverage it takes to reach down, fingers curling firm and sure around Q's cock, offers half a stroke while just staring at the other man.