John's hips move away from the elevator wall while he tilts his head back, tongue flicking between both fingers, hand reaching up instinctively to touch James's wrist. Things are just kicking up the gears, accelerating quickly, and typical John just gets caught up in the heat of the moment, trying not to make a mess and gag or slobber everywhere before the fist threatening to rip the roots of his hair out of his skull makes his knees weak and gets him dropping.

He sinks to his knees loudly and clumsily, bent legs shuffling a bit to try and get comfortable with his pants partially down. One hand rests on James's knee while the other jerks him off a bit more furiously, trying to get him hard enough so that he can fuck John's mouth once he parts his lips and goes down on him.

John takes a little more than half of the length of it into his mouth from the get-go, groaning softly as the hand on James's cock drops down to rub his own.