His eyes went wide the moment John found his prostate. He arched up off the couch again.

"Jaaaaaa..." he couldn't even get the man's name out. He pushed as hard as he could against the couch, god he needed to come, and right now.. John needed to fuck him. He couldn't take this.

Trying to get the point across, he pressed back against those fingers, trying to fuck himself against John's fingers, but even with 4 fingers, it just wasn't quite at the right angle to let him get off.