Well, that made Sherlock groan yet again, and left little doubt about what was going to happen. At least there was little chance of awkwardness, they were both way too far gone to stop this now.
Reluctantly, Sherlock moved off of John, grunting a bit as his legs complained at the change of position. He stood up, and then offered John his hand, helping him to his feet.
Once John was standing, Sherlock didn't let go of his hand, instead he practically drug the man through the room, down the hallway, and into his bedroom, all but throwing him down on the bed.
"Trousers." He grumbled, already reaching for his own flies.
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Date: 2019-01-14 06:43 pm (UTC)Reluctantly, Sherlock moved off of John, grunting a bit as his legs complained at the change of position. He stood up, and then offered John his hand, helping him to his feet.
Once John was standing, Sherlock didn't let go of his hand, instead he practically drug the man through the room, down the hallway, and into his bedroom, all but throwing him down on the bed.
"Trousers." He grumbled, already reaching for his own flies.