Being breathless and a little shivery doesn't stop John laughing at that, nodding his agreement. "Fuckin' a," he says, and then drops lazy and earnedly familiar kisses down on Q's face, kind of wherever his lips land, really.
Q's kind of clinging to him like some sort of octopus and it's… it's really fucking cute. Adorable. And he's still stupid blessed out, so it's not really his fault when he keeps talking. "I fucking really like you."