That's it. 'ho's a good boy, huh? [John didn't get the memo that Tony isn't a puppy to be smacked around and yelled at into submission, but for all intents and purposes it seems to be working. Nobody ever got anywhere fast asking nicely being a pushover. His free hand curls under Tony's jaw and tilts it back so he can slide his cock in a little deeper. He looks hungry, even if it's not necessarily just for sex. It's a good look.

A bony hand slides through Tony's damp hair. No doubt his nerve endings must be sizzling with all the drugs coursing through his system and the added stimulation could be pleasantly overwhelming. The blond wouldn't mind getting a little high himself if he wasn't wary of taking things too far and accidentally killing the poor bastard in the heat of the moment.]

If m'done after this I think I'll just hit you for the next twelve hours. [John tips back a bit to sigh blissfully at the ceiling, tilting his head right and left. He'd enjoy taking out his pent up frustrations a bit too much. Gripping tightly into Tony's hair, John pulls his dick out halfway and tries to get some semblance of a response from the other man who might well be on autopilot.] Would you like that?