They all but fall through the door when Martin finally wrenches it open, and John snorts out a laugh as he stumbles forward, only just managing to keep his feet under him and avoid pitching right into Martin's chest.

Once he's steadied himself, his hands gripping Martin's arms for balance, he nudges the door shut with his foot. "You love it," he replies, fondly accusing, before pulling Martin into another kiss. He'd joked about being impatient, but now, he takes his time, parting his lips to draw Martin deeper as he toys with the collar of Martin's coat with one hand.