Ahhhh, it's so scary taking a relationship in a new direction. I'm so bad at it.
Satisfying
John was still as a stone, taken aback by the kiss. But as Sherlock pressed in with a little more force, John found himself relaxing and closing his eyes.
Impossibly soft, Sherlock tucked a hand behind John's neck and continued pressing gently against his lips, catching the lower one between his own and moving slightly. It was a clumsy but sincere kiss, and John was enjoying it far more than he ever thought he would. He'd had a few kisses before, but not like this. Sherlock was positively blooming from it, and that was almost as satisfying as the kiss itself.
Prompt was from Paralelsky, and it was: stone