Summary: Bro and John have some post-coital makeouts.

You're in his bed, tired, feeling like your limbs are made of lead. You're breathing hard, mind in a haze, as he lowers himself on top of you, trying not to crush you. You lace your fingers against the back of his neck, and he kisses you in a soft, lazy way. His arms wrap around your back, embracing you in your post-coital state. His mouth is languid upon yours, and you sigh into his mouth. It stays that way - never getting heated or faster, but staying soft and smooth. It is simply lips upon lips, no tongue involved. He rolls over and pulls you on top of him. Your arms fully loop around his neck. Eventually you get too tired to kiss, and your head drops to his shoulder, nuzzling his neck before drifting into sleep. He kisses your head softly just as you're nodding off. Your name is John Egbert, and you couldn't be happier.