John is hanging out in the Owlry! He is sending a letter. His once-a-month letter to his parents saying 'hey I'm still alive no worries.'He is also giving his own treats.
Messy is a good word. 'Makes Donna whimper' is a good phrase for it, too.
John just smirks, biting at Donna's shoulder.
He starts to experiment, adding his fingers to the mix to see how many whimpers he can get.
That gets him a whimper and a breathless, "Merlin--Quill--Quillian--" Her hips rock a little, unintentionally.
This, by the way, is totally the reason John isn't just kissing her properally. He quite likes that she makes noise.
Quill rather likes those little noises too. He twists his fingers just so, tongue still exploring with enthusiasm.
Donna would just make noises into his mouth, if he kissed her. She whimpers again, clutching at John, arching. "Oh--!"
Yes but he can hear the noises better like this.
Quite so. And the noises make everything just so much more rewarding, you know? Positive reinforcement, and all that.
How about gasping? She can do gasping quite well.
John appreciates gasping. He continues to kiss and bite around her neck and shoulder, hands rubbing over her.
Hey, Quill's getting pretty good at this! Quick learner, that boy.
Donna appreciates this about him. Really. A lot.
John thinks learning quickly is a good thing too.
Quill does appreciate being appreciated. His jaw is starting to hurt, however, so he pulls his head back a bit, still twisting and stroking with his fingers. He licks his wet lips, grinning smugly, then reaches up with his free hand to grasp John's head, pulling him into a deep kiss right in front of Donna's face.
It is probably a coincidence that Donna cries out and orgasms right as they're kissing in front of her. Probably.
John kisses Quill back cheerfully, even as he holds onto Donna through her orgasm.
Quill keeps moving his fingers, slowing until the aftershocks are through before pulling away. He nips John's lip, then with one last lick, sits back on his heels looking incredibly smug.
Donna wriggles out of John's grip, adjusting her skirt a little, and crawls into Quill's lap so she can kiss him, her hair spilling down her bare back.
He smirks a little, sitting back.
He purrs into the kiss, hands coming 'round to bury themselves in her hair. He has a bit of a hair fetish, doesn't he?
Donna likes John's hair, which is about the extent of her interest in hair. But! But, she likes other people's hands in her hair, so she's just as pleased as Quill. She bites his lower lip and tugs it into her mouth for a moment.
He clears his throat."Hi there. Here too."
Quill pulls back with a lazy grin, eying John speculatively. "Well, don't just sit there. Join the fun." he smirks. "You two can't very well expect me to do all the work."
Donna looks back over her shoulder at John. "Come here, darling."