He didn't feel any pain. Just the slide of Sherlock's finger into him. A full body shudder wracked John and he moaned. He liked that. The slow press, the tease of pleasure. It was painful in a different way and he wanted more of it.
Over the years he had flings, but nothing meaningful. Not like he wanted this to be. Sherlock meant so much to him.
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Date: 2019-01-15 12:02 am (UTC)Over the years he had flings, but nothing meaningful. Not like he wanted this to be. Sherlock meant so much to him.
"I... oh...." he gasped, "Your fingers..."