"Nnngh-" John gasps, the tugging in his hair making his eyes flutter and his body go limp. There is a glossy sheen over his eyes and he isn't in the right frame of mind to worry about how they spill over when he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Yes-" A gasp and a choked sob cuts him off as he clenches down hard and his back arches from the bed.

"Jerk me off." It doesn't sound like a command, regardless of John's intentions. It just sounds like he's hurting in that dubious space between not feeling good kind of hurt and nothing feels better than this kind of hurt.