Warm breath shudders over Connor's thumb at that touch, a shudder that moves through his whole body, and he's glad that it prepared him for the coming kiss because it still startles him just a little. With his eyes closed, his mind silent, it really is just a kiss; as he thinks about it more, it's a kiss from someone he cares about.

When Connor nips at his lips, it's a kiss he wants more of immediately.

He picks his hand up from the top of the pile and drives it through Connor's hair, coming alive as though someone has flipped a switch inside him - while Connor led with teeth (obviously a good choice), John is the first to introduce tongue, licking into his mouth hungrily and letting out an impatient little sound which suggests that Connor's tongue could never meet his quickly enough. The movement carries him onto his side, pressed right against Connor's body, and that doesn't feel like any he's been so close to before but he doesn't have to think about before. Just now. If there aren't the right soft spots and curves for his hands to follow, that just means mapping out new terrain.