John isn't sure what he wants to say to that, but the head of Gladio's cock renders him momentarily speechless. The doctor sputters and pulls back, indignity warring with amusement inside him. Brat. But that's probably what he gets for laughing in the direction of Gladio's cock, even if he isn't laughing at it. At least Gladio's attention to himself draws John back into the more intense part of the moment.

"He seems like a bloke with interesting commentary, yeah." And God does he not care about Ignis anymore. He just watches the other man, and then, John reaches out to pull Gladio's hand away from his balls. He replaces it with his on hand, rolling the sack gently between his fingers. So, Gladio likes a little attention to more than just the shaft. Good to know. A part of him wonders if the Sentinel enjoys a bit of fingering a little farther down and back, but that's for another time. There's a part of him that feels like he should actually ask before doing that, as well, to be polite.

"Let me put the condom on? God, you're bloody gorgeous. Handsome? Both."