Martin finally breathes, shuddering a bit as John follows his lead, his palm stroking over him, slow and careful. Christ, it does feel good; it's so incredibly comforting in ways he never really anticipated that it isn't long before the warmth and affection of it overrides any natural mortification that might otherwise rise up. Martin lists toward John without even thinking about it, letting out a soft, happy murmur, and he finally looks up to find John smiling at him.

"Y-yeah," he says shyly, ducking his head down again as though overwhelmed. He is, a little, but it isn't a bad thing; he shifts a little closer to John, nuzzling against his cheek. "Yeah, I'm okay."