Charlie is glowing, sighing, and full of the intention to say John's name about a hundred more times. He usually sobers up right quick after an orgasm, whether that means he's sated and anchored, or rattled and tucking whatever thoughts he let out back into their bottle. This time seems to be an exception. The fogginess has lifted somewhat, but 'somewhat' still leaves a very pleasant daze.

He hums into John's collarbone, and pushes his hips back slightly into the touch, moving them in inviting little circles. He wasn't still thinking about Arthur, actually, but that provides a good segue.

He's moving and speaking with intent again as he answers in John's ear.

"Maybe I'm thinkin' about if he ever tongued you. Slid down and cleaned you off with his mouth while you played with his back door. Then got between your thighs and ate your ass with his little tongue till you were bleating. Anyone ever do that for you before, John?"