Jon gets briefly distracted by the new sensation of Martin's hands on his waist. He breaks the kiss just enough to breathe and he feels warm and quietly flustered. He's still holding on to Martin and he realizes, rather belatedly, that he has one hand curled the front of Martin's sweater.

He swallows thickly and he wonders if he should say anything, if it would be proper to say something. God, how had he done this before?

(Awkwardly, and with little real success. As he recalls, Georgie kissed him.)