There's really no mistaking the insinuation, though given how tidily John set it up, he's not the least bit surprised. He chuckles softly as Martin nuzzles against him, turning just enough to press a kiss to Martin's sleep-mussed hair.

"Did you have anything... specific in mind?" John asks, his hand skating back down Martin's side until it's low enough for him to insinuate his thumb beneath the hem of Martin's shirt and rub a gentle arc against his skin. "Any requests?"