"Ah -- " Q shouts, digging his heels into the bed and pulling at John's hair as the man's mouth engulfs him completely.
"I'm sorry darling, did I make you jealous just then? Or are you just upset you weren't here to see it. I'll take pictures, next time. Promise."
He drags his nails up John's back, pressing into his shoulders as he tries to keep himself still but can't quite manage, bending one leg before stretching it back out again, arching his back with a whine. "It wasn't as good as the real thing, John. God I missed you."