John bites back a grin as Martin twists to find the door, struggling a little with his keys. He could probably make things easier by backing off a little, giving Martin the requisite time and space to at least get the key in the lock. But where's the fun in that?

So John crowds close, instead, curling his arms around Martin's middle and pressing a kiss to his temple. It could almost pass for chaste, but he's quick to undercut any such illusions, nuzzling close enough for his lips to brush against the shell of Martin's ear as he softly says: "Better hurry. I'm getting impatient."