Sherlock prodded, stretching the skin at entrance almost gently before pushing one lone finger inside.
John hissed at the intruder but willed his inner muscles to relax again, the pads of his fingers thrumming against straining muscles and his bad shoulder starting to ache.
"I think I feel it John. It didn't sink that far in your arse."
"Thank God." John huffed out a sigh of relief.
"Do you think I should use forceps?"
"No Sherlock it should be flat and loose enough to grasp with your two fingers."
Sherlock raised his head from the position near John's arse, staring at him in the eye before shifting his focus back on removing the condom. "John what if it slips deeper?"
"It shouldn't, just try to pull it out slowly." Two fingers now and the blond doctor's mind wandered back to the drunken night from before with Sherlock stretching and parting muscle in preparation.
'What the hell? Why am I thinking about that now?' John flushed and tried to peer down at what Sherlock was doing.
"I got it, it should be coming out about-" Sherlock's voice stopped. He paused and John noticed his face going pale.
"What?" John didn't like that look. Sherlock would have that when an experiment went wrong or when the detective blew up the flat.
"Don't panic John."
"WHAT?!"
Sherlock sighed and parted from John to show him the torn lone end of the hem of the condom.
----
A grueling twenty minutes later and a lot of vaseline Sherlock managed to pull out the broken pieces of the condom out of John's arse and even cleaned up the half dried cooled sperm.
"Next time I'm going bareback." John mumbled as he retreated to the bathroom, stumbling wincing at his now sore arse.
untitled 2/?
John hissed at the intruder but willed his inner muscles to relax again, the pads of his fingers thrumming against straining muscles and his bad shoulder starting to ache.
"I think I feel it John. It didn't sink that far in your arse."
"Thank God." John huffed out a sigh of relief.
"Do you think I should use forceps?"
"No Sherlock it should be flat and loose enough to grasp with your two fingers."
Sherlock raised his head from the position near John's arse, staring at him in the eye before shifting his focus back on removing the condom. "John what if it slips deeper?"
"It shouldn't, just try to pull it out slowly." Two fingers now and the blond doctor's mind wandered back to the drunken night from before with Sherlock stretching and parting muscle in preparation.
'What the hell? Why am I thinking about that now?' John flushed and tried to peer down at what Sherlock was doing.
"I got it, it should be coming out about-" Sherlock's voice stopped. He paused and John noticed his face going pale.
"What?" John didn't like that look. Sherlock would have that when an experiment went wrong or when the detective blew up the flat.
"Don't panic John."
"WHAT?!"
Sherlock sighed and parted from John to show him the torn lone end of the hem of the condom.
----
A grueling twenty minutes later and a lot of vaseline Sherlock managed to pull out the broken pieces of the condom out of John's arse and even cleaned up the half dried cooled sperm.
"Next time I'm going bareback." John mumbled as he retreated to the bathroom, stumbling wincing at his now sore arse.
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This is from someone who had this happened to.