Petre - [It's a gasp, almost a sound of encouragement, as Petre's lips move across his face and down his neck. There's a second where all he can do is tip his head, bare his neck for more of that licking and biting -

- but then he snaps out of it again, resisting the urge to shove Petre away (he still needs to use this, convince him that it's worth using to bargain away that order) and managing to just step back again for the necessary distance. Further this time, out of reach.]

Petre. [His voice is sharper, though not angry.] You need a shower and a sleep. Get your head on straight before you decide this is how you want it to happen.

[He must've developed some notions about how it'll be, right? Maybe not romantic ones, but at least better than this? It's the best John can come up with.]

Now I have proven myself.