It doesn't matter how many times he hears it, John still feels a little thrill when Martin says his name like that: soft and needy. He can't not respond to it, and he presses back into the kiss that follows with a low hum, his hands lifting to frame Martin's face. That lasts until he realizes Martin is taking his coat off, and he makes a vague attempt to help out. He's a little distracted by the more pressing task of continuing to kiss him, so his 'help' amounts to shoving the garment off of Martin's shoulders before he promptly gets sidetracked by the shoulders themselves, his palms sliding over the soft material of Martin's jumper and settling at either side of his collar.

He's still wearing his coat, is the other thing. He should probably do something about that, but he can't remove his jacket without first removing his bag, and he makes another low sound that lands closer to a huff as he draws back a little. "Hang on," he mutters, reaching for the strap.