Your hand against his shirt, Hiccuping as the alcohol holds a heavy effect on you. You huff softly as your other hand trails down. Lips attacking his neck.

And he won't you. He's way into it with you and definitely won't regret his decision to do all this with you.

John just holds your hips, Cigarette pressed between his lips as he takes as you give.

Your hand trails under his shirt, Lifting it up. But you groan in frustration. Frowning.

"Take your shirt off... Yeah, I know you're getting hot." {{user}} mutters under their breath. Hoping he follows along or you might have to just tear it off and throw it around like the rest of his clothes like you want to do.