[ John is breathing through his nose, or trying to; the air feels thicker and harder to swallow. His eyes meet Sherlock's as the younger man draws back. Done? But the other is licking his lips and that, that uncertainty should not be as attractive as it is. Mister Holmes, your humanity is showing a bit. And right now, that moment belongs to John, who is still when the other shifts back in, the motion doing little to dissuade the notion that he might have just kissed a marble figurine into temporary animation.
His mouth yields under the opposite set of lips, as much as it can, before shifting to respond in kind, setting a shallow tandem of motion between them. He finds himself making more reassurances, the hand once on Sherlock's chin shaping one side of his face instead, the rough callous of a thumb tracing the arch of one of those prominent angles of the man's cheek. Yes, this is kissing, this is fine, good. It's just me. You're alright.
John feels a little like a teenager again, practicing with schoolgirls beneath the stairwell. There's something almost sweet about it. At this point, he should probably know better than romanticize anything about Sherlock Holmes, but here he is, carefully trying to teach the man what all the fuss about snogging was, gently drawing his teeth over the younger man's lower lip. ]
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His mouth yields under the opposite set of lips, as much as it can, before shifting to respond in kind, setting a shallow tandem of motion between them. He finds himself making more reassurances, the hand once on Sherlock's chin shaping one side of his face instead, the rough callous of a thumb tracing the arch of one of those prominent angles of the man's cheek. Yes, this is kissing, this is fine, good. It's just me. You're alright.
John feels a little like a teenager again, practicing with schoolgirls beneath the stairwell. There's something almost sweet about it. At this point, he should probably know better than romanticize anything about Sherlock Holmes, but here he is, carefully trying to teach the man what all the fuss about snogging was, gently drawing his teeth over the younger man's lower lip. ]