That soft groan of John's shot straight down Benjamin's spine, or so it felt, a jolt of arousal that almost immediately faded into the moment. That kiss was not in the least about sex, as far as Benjamin was concerned, easier though it would have been. And he was oh so reluctant to break it off, reluctant to have reality walk back in. So he breathed steadily through his nose, and refused to stop unless John initiated it.
It was a little terrifying, the knowledge that he would not mind doing nothing but this for hours on end.