John makes no moves to stop Todd, the rougher it gets, the more he seems to enjoy it. The slide of the cock, the tugs on his hair consume him and he can think of nothing else. He's nearly moaning from pleasure himself as Todd's hands release and he pulls back enough to be able to swallow comfortably. His fingers dig into the other's side as he works and he finishes with a final swirl of the tongue to make sure there are no drops spilled.

He sinks back on to his heels and straightens up. He'll get his breath back in just a second, but his self satisfied smirk says it all.