John draws him in again and Martin smiles against his lips, settling in more comfortably for what he thinks is likely just a moment before they kiss and stumble their way further into the flat. Only John doesn't allow for that sort of momentum, hands set again at his waist, first to turn them about and then to ease Martin the few short steps it takes to put his back against the wall.

Martin breaks the kiss with a startled gasp, blinking up at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. "Oh," he says, but only barely, his voice a scant, breathless whisper. His hands settle tentatively on John's chest, just below his shoulders, not willing to grip properly just yet. Not for lack of eagerness, as should be evident from his quickened breath and darting eyes, but out of curiosity and anticipation; he doesn't know quite what John intends, or what will be expected of him, and these first moments of uncertainty are particularly delicious in their own right.

Still, he can't resist another playful note, and he murmurs, "Now who's being cheeky," with a shy grin.