He lets out a surprised moan and falls back against the mattress with a breathless laugh, arms going around John's neck and a leg looping over his hip.
"I ought to -- I ought to call you up and say filthy things to you over the phone." It's half a threat and half a promise and why is he even still talking. He presses his mouth to a bruise on John's shoulder, nipping and licking at it enthusiastically.