"Oh," Martin breathes softly, ostensibly in reply to John's answer, but much more in response to the slightly surprising, unbelievably gentle touch of his finger. He's still clutching his shirt, and normally he'd want to hurry up and put it on by this point, but instead he just... pauses, trying to parse out why.
He isn't cold. It's perfectly pleasant in their room, and he runs hot anyway, and as long as they keep in close contact like this he should be all right. He is, certainly, a bit shy, and he doesn't like being exposed. But this doesn't feel like exposure. It's... something rather different.
John's never really just... looked at him before. Not like this. No one has. No one else in his spotty dating history would, for a few reasons. It isn't just that John loves him like no one else ever has, it's... it's something far more fundamental than that. Something Martin isn't quite sure he can get his head round right now.
"I... I didn't know you were quite so keen on them," he murmurs, a bit inanely, but needing to say something, to encourage more, somehow, without asking outright.
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He isn't cold. It's perfectly pleasant in their room, and he runs hot anyway, and as long as they keep in close contact like this he should be all right. He is, certainly, a bit shy, and he doesn't like being exposed. But this doesn't feel like exposure. It's... something rather different.
John's never really just... looked at him before. Not like this. No one has. No one else in his spotty dating history would, for a few reasons. It isn't just that John loves him like no one else ever has, it's... it's something far more fundamental than that. Something Martin isn't quite sure he can get his head round right now.
"I... I didn't know you were quite so keen on them," he murmurs, a bit inanely, but needing to say something, to encourage more, somehow, without asking outright.