Those things can be found but it's difficult when there's all that warm skin to press himself against right now. Why wait for something like a bed or a couch or the floor? He has it now.

John scratches his nails down Harry's back. Another way to mark him as his. They'll be hidden by Harry's shirt but he'll feel them. He'll remember. That's what matters. He wants Harry to remember who left them. Him.

Then he shoves at his shoulders. "Come on, you oaf," he pants the words trying to get his breath back. "You want a bed? Let's find one."

He can't remember where they are exactly. Most of his brainpower has sunk below the belt. Which way to the nearest bed? If he can't remember then he'll just drag Harry to the floor after all. It won't exactly give him what he wants because they won't have lube but it might take the edge off.