Sherlock preened for a moment.. God, he wanted nothing more than to fall, to regress, to have John take care of him and tell him that he's a good boy and stroke his hair.

But he knew that his adult responsibilities had to take presidence. He pulled back, licking his lips and readjusting his jaw a bit. He wasn't used to to opening his mouth that far.

"Okay." he said, getting up and using some tissues to wipe himself down, then put himself back together. He kissed John, tasting both of them on his lips, then got his coat and scarf and headed out to find a cab to go pick William up.

"I will be back soon, love. And we will tell William together. " He said, as he headed out the door.