The giggle is unexpected and entirely adorable, and John tips his head back and cracks his eyes open just enough to peer up at Martin, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Mmhmm," he insists, turning his face into the bedspread and letting his eyes fall shut again as Martin repositions himself, his hand stilling until Martin has resettled before resuming its gentle work.

His smile widens as Martin traces his fingers over his cheek, and he mutters a playfully dubious, "If you say so." Then he blinks his eyes back open, gazing at Martin with unguarded fondness for a few moments before leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his lips.