Sherlock handling the condom like it's some form of alien object nearly has John in stitches.
"You know, usually once they're caught up in the moment people don't complain much about it." He says between bitten back giggles, that voice he'd been ignoring before riding the wave of bemused fondness bubbling in his stomach. As it slowly became recognizable as adoration, the urge became a little more noticable, even in the silliness of the sight before him. After all, Sherlock is rather wonderful even with that expression. The one that is urging the doctor to go up on his toes and press a kiss to the disgusted wrinkles on that pale nose.
"Tolerance in utility, is it?" Sherlock smirks a little at having his nose wrinkles kissed, his hand hovering close to John's side in an uncertain wish to keep him near. It was impossible to miss the flush to John's cheeks. His pupils were keen to speak up as well.
Sherlock chuckled lightly. "Rather good fortune we're dating. This would be rather awkward if we were just good friends."
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"You know, usually once they're caught up in the moment people don't complain much about it." He says between bitten back giggles, that voice he'd been ignoring before riding the wave of bemused fondness bubbling in his stomach. As it slowly became recognizable as adoration, the urge became a little more noticable, even in the silliness of the sight before him. After all, Sherlock is rather wonderful even with that expression. The one that is urging the doctor to go up on his toes and press a kiss to the disgusted wrinkles on that pale nose.
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Sherlock chuckled lightly. "Rather good fortune we're dating. This would be rather awkward if we were just good friends."