The comment actually pulls a smug grin from John, which forces him to pull off to avoid sinking his teeth into Gladio by accident. "I've had enough of them to have an idea," he returns. But he is more than willing to take instruction that will make it better. This has all been pretty standard as far as John knows. He keeps running his hand up and down Gladio's shaft, rolling his thumb over the head with each pass.

"Where d'you want my mouth?" That sounds... a hell of a lot dirtier than John really meant it to be. Well, if you're going to start. "It can go anywhere you like."