Sherlock ground down hard, a loud moan escaping his lips. His nipples were hard, every little touch sent a spark of heat up his spine and through his body.
"Bed... We need a bed." Sherlock growled. The fear of awkwardness was still there, but they couldn't continue like this.
Sherlock pressed hard enough against John that it almost knocked him over. He was in the blone man's lap down, his trousers, tight and sporting the tiniest of moist spots where it was tented the most, ground down into John's thigh and hip and stomach as Sherlock rolled his hips.
They needed to get horizontal, and now.. before he came in his pants like a horny teenager.
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Date: 2019-01-14 06:26 pm (UTC)"Bed... We need a bed." Sherlock growled. The fear of awkwardness was still there, but they couldn't continue like this.
Sherlock pressed hard enough against John that it almost knocked him over. He was in the blone man's lap down, his trousers, tight and sporting the tiniest of moist spots where it was tented the most, ground down into John's thigh and hip and stomach as Sherlock rolled his hips.
They needed to get horizontal, and now.. before he came in his pants like a horny teenager.