Martin lets his eyes fall shut, his smile broadening into the beginnings of a laugh when John's hand drifts over his belly and waist. He only huffs softly, but there is no concealing his delight as he parts his lips against John's, as he starts to shift gently.

"Mmh," he sighs, drawing back and blinking his eyes back open. His gaze wanders over the edges of John's face as if restoring his memory of it, and then he reaches up with one hand to brush his fingertips delicately over John's cheek. "I know it's not right to say I missed this, but..." He trails off, his lips curling into a smile once again.