John just held onto Crowley as he shuddered through a monster of an orgasm (Shit, he really needed that one!) and was only briefly alarmed at the glimpse of gold; a quick glance told him Kit hadn't caught it. It raised some troubling questions in his mind that would have to be dealt with, but not now. Later.

He patiently waited his turn as the others kissed (and if he'd been the artist, he would have killed for a canvas and paints just then; it was downright criminal nobody else would ever get to see the pair of them in that moment.) Drawing them both in as close as the slightly awkward arrangement allowed, he noted with approval as his friend relaxed for what must have been the first time in weeks, and immediately claimed Kit's mouth as soon as Crowley was finished with it. The lingering taste was odd and distantly familiar, and...well, honestly, just a little off-putting, but not so much that he'd let the others see. If they could both handle it, he certainly could. And the taste of Kit was underneath, more than enough reward.

Turning his attention back to Crowley for a moment, he gave him a little squeeze and murmured with gruff affection into the demon's silky hair, "Better? Think you can sleep now?"