Jon never considered kissing much before, it always looked sloppy at worst and unremarkable at best. He always found himself irritated at the 'you'll understand when you find someone you care about' dismissal, it didn't make sense to him it would be any different. It was a physical action, how could it change so much from one simple detail?

It turns out he was wrong.

Maybe later he'd dissect that, try to figure out what made it different, but it was. It was warm and nice, even if it was likely laughably simple the way they were stumbling around it it. He could recognize that simply being close to Martin, sharing a small intimacy with one of the very few people he ever trusted let alone cared for, was thrilling in some way. He tests a slight shift of angles before taking a breath against Martin's lips and pulling back some.

"That was... nice." He says, a little dazed like only a loser teenager could be after such a chaste kiss.