[Martin melts as Chris presses kiss after kiss to his lips. They're nearly painfull soft, full of affection and desire and that is... it's a little strange to him. Good strange. Just unfamiliar.
He gives a soft, pleased sight when Chris leans their foreheads together.
And then his eyes fly open at what Chris says. That is... not entirely what he'd been expecting, more explicit perhaps than that. He thinks his face must be bright red.]
Uh- yes? I mean... oh god... how do you stay calm saying this?
[He's very hot, and very calm, and Martin feels flustered just thinking about what he said!]
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He gives a soft, pleased sight when Chris leans their foreheads together.
And then his eyes fly open at what Chris says. That is... not entirely what he'd been expecting, more explicit perhaps than that. He thinks his face must be bright red.]
Uh- yes? I mean... oh god... how do you stay calm saying this?
[He's very hot, and very calm, and Martin feels flustered just thinking about what he said!]