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Martin slides down a little deeper against the cushions as John resumes kissing him. His eyes slip shut and he lets out a soft hum, pausing to hold his breath in anticipation as John reaches the second button... and then he keeps going. Martin blinks his eyes back open, but John's focus is elsewhere, moving on to kiss along his jaw. Martin hesitates for a moment, no longer certain where this is going. He hadn't expected John to go for the whole shirt — but then, that certainly isn't a problem. In fact, the moment he's recovered from that beat of surprise, Martin finds himself so overwhelmingly curious to see where this leads that he reaches out in an effort to assist, starting at the bottom of his shirt and working his way up. He has the arguable advantage of actually wearing the garment, but that's pretty well canceled out by the awkward position, his inability to see what he's doing, and the fact that John is very distracting in general.

"S-sorry," he says as he fumbles and disrupts John's focus a bit. Maybe he ought to just take over, he thinks, blushing slightly. "Here, just let me—"