[It's probably not the mouth. They're kissing, really kissing, and John can still see the glow of the mistletoe through his eyelids.
Just to make sure, John's tongue darts out to tease against Rodney's lower lip, dragging against the ridge of his teeth, pushing the kiss into French territory before breaking away. John's hands fall away from Rodney's wrists and back down to his sides, his fingers curling into loose fists, and nails biting just hard enough into his palms to bring him back down to Earth. Or more accurately, the moon. A moon. One of many.
Thinking about space really doesn't make the bubble feel any less crowded. He's hyper-aware of the rise and fall of his chest, just a little too fast to go under the radar. John doesn't go red easily, but there's no denying he's a little hotter under the collar than he started. He can feel the flush in his throat and his ears, and he turns his face away to clear his throat, and hopefully give himself a moment to cool off.]
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Just to make sure, John's tongue darts out to tease against Rodney's lower lip, dragging against the ridge of his teeth, pushing the kiss into French territory before breaking away. John's hands fall away from Rodney's wrists and back down to his sides, his fingers curling into loose fists, and nails biting just hard enough into his palms to bring him back down to Earth. Or more accurately, the moon. A moon. One of many.
Thinking about space really doesn't make the bubble feel any less crowded. He's hyper-aware of the rise and fall of his chest, just a little too fast to go under the radar. John doesn't go red easily, but there's no denying he's a little hotter under the collar than he started. He can feel the flush in his throat and his ears, and he turns his face away to clear his throat, and hopefully give himself a moment to cool off.]
Mouth's out. [In case that wasn't obvious.]