"Mmmmbed," he mumbles, muffled against John's chest. He only just came from there, but at this level of decadence, the couch just seems silly. "And maybe..."

He almost catches himself, a little embarrassment seeping through the cracks in the coziness, but he stifles them stubbornly. "Maybe you could read more," he suggests in a sheepish little voice. "If you wouldn't mind."