John is allowed to tell him to ease up. He'll do it in a heartbeat. But he doesn't, goes with the heavy heady flow, strips off his shirt in a way that means just a little extra space between them. It works out. Gives them space to get Harry's old band shirt off and joined on the floor.

He crushes his mouth to John's before it can find purchase on freshly bared skin, filled with desire. "Bed," he breathes against lips, kissing again. "Horizontal surface." Y'know, whatever will do. So long as it can hold their weight. Floor, even, though that wouldn't exactly be the most comfortable.

Is he making any attempt to move in that kind of direction though? Not really. Because he wants to touch his boyfriend, hands sliding up ribs, thumbs finding piercings and fun nipples to play with. He'll get his mouth there soon enough.