Jon doesn't take long to melt into it, a sense of 'dear god it was close this time' washing over him and making an edge of desperation to the action. It takes him a while to pull back, breathless and shaking slightly. He still felt it, something, whatever it was that was part of Martin now drawing him as much as Martin himself.

He places a hand over Martin's heart. The should go home, talk seriously about what happened next. Instead he curls his fingers and presses his forehead to Martin's.