Sherlock's eyes went wide. He could feel what John was doing. But he had never had.. anything done there to him. He had occasionally experimented with himself when his stupid transport needed a good wank, but he could never make himself feel good, so he never thought about.. well that kind of stimulation.
He looked like a deer in the headlights, he was biting down hard enough on his hand to actually break the skin on his knuckles, to keep from screaming. HIs whole body was tensed and thrumming, building to the inevitable end.
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Date: 2018-04-22 04:09 pm (UTC)He looked like a deer in the headlights, he was biting down hard enough on his hand to actually break the skin on his knuckles, to keep from screaming. HIs whole body was tensed and thrumming, building to the inevitable end.