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.
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."
"More comfortable here."
"..." He huffs, nudging Donna off his lap so he can drag her over to the cushion. "And they call us lazy."
"We're not lazy," Donna says, firmly, climbing into John's lap. She likes laps. "We're indolent. It sounds better. Languid's another good one."
He smirks. "No one ever said I wasn't lazy."
He huffs again, flopping down and putting his head in Donna's lap, pouting. "You're an athlete. They're not supposed to be lazy. ...Then again, they're not supposed to be intelligent either. Now somebody kiss me before I grow rather cross."
"Poor darling," Donna coos, stroking her fingers through Quill's hair. "Sit up and I'll kiss you."
He laughs a little, ducking his head.
"No. Kiss me here." he pouts, feigning petulance. "I don't want to move. 'S'comfortable."
"I have to bend," Donna complains. "I'll kiss John instead if you don't sit up."
"I'm for that. In fact." He just grabs Donna and kisses her. Quite thoroughly.
Quill smirks and enjoys the show, his fingers playing absently with the hem of John's shirt.
Donna is startled! But then she relaxes into it, tangling her fingers in John's hair and kissing back.
Mwahaha. He kisses her for a bit before pulling back with a bit of a smirk.
Quill is watching with lidded eyes, a small smirk of his own on his face. "Do that again."