Martin smiles fondly as John leans back, and lets out a soft coo of sympathy at the familiar crack of his spine.
"Tempting," he says, humming fondly at the memory of their long ago run home in the rain. His other hand joins the first, one at each of John's shoulders, and he slips naturally into a gentle massage, something that's become a bit of a habit whenever he's collecting John after a long period hunched at his desk.
"But on the other hand," he says, "it is very warm and dry in here. I could make us some tea, or... no, wait. I could make cocoa." He grins, letting up on his subtle ministrations to instead offer John a hand up. "Would you like some cocoa?"
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"Tempting," he says, humming fondly at the memory of their long ago run home in the rain. His other hand joins the first, one at each of John's shoulders, and he slips naturally into a gentle massage, something that's become a bit of a habit whenever he's collecting John after a long period hunched at his desk.
"But on the other hand," he says, "it is very warm and dry in here. I could make us some tea, or... no, wait. I could make cocoa." He grins, letting up on his subtle ministrations to instead offer John a hand up. "Would you like some cocoa?"