He relaxed into the link as John picked it up, echoing back sensation as he felt John push in, groaning as he pressed back, shivering violently a moment, heart pounding. He arched into John's touch as the gloves scratched down his back, gasping loudly from the sensation.
The image of himself, bloodied and beaten and crouched there for John made him whimper, arching his head back, voice low, mentally echoing, "Yours."