Somehow, John had been faster than Sherlock when it came to removing his remaining clothing. Sherlock paused with his hands on his pants, his trousers already pooling around his ankles to see John in all of his glory.
By God, he was beautiful. Despite that fact that was an ex- soldier, and over a thousand years old, he was still mostly trim, with just the smallest amount of softness around his middle. He could still see the muscles of his abdomen under the layer of softness.
He licked his lips and groaned. "John." He pulled his pants down and was in the same state as the blonde was.
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Date: 2019-01-14 07:06 pm (UTC)By God, he was beautiful. Despite that fact that was an ex- soldier, and over a thousand years old, he was still mostly trim, with just the smallest amount of softness around his middle. He could still see the muscles of his abdomen under the layer of softness.
He licked his lips and groaned. "John." He pulled his pants down and was in the same state as the blonde was.