Martin lets his eyes fall shut again as John leans down against him, basking in the closeness, the simple intimacy he'd never thought to even dream of. A little smile flickers across his lips at the questions and the gentle brush to his nose. It isn't just how good it all feels, how powerful his own affections; it's how much, how evidently John loves him, wants this, wants more. Checking in on him like this, not pulling away but just waiting for the go-ahead to continue. No one's ever treated him like this, nor wanted him so insatiably. He's never known such devotion. He doesn't know how he'll ever recover.

"I'm—" he starts, then lets out a breathless little laugh, amazed at the whole situation. How does he answer such straightforward questions? "Better than all right, more than okay, I..."

He curls his fingers again and tips his chin up, intending to give up on words and resume kissing him, but something stays him, his lips just brushing against John's as he asks, "Are you?"

He thinks he knows the answer, but it doesn't feel right not to ask.