"Don't.... Stop. Good..." he managed. He wasn't sure how he was forming words. But he knew if Sherlock stopped, he was going to be very cross with him.
The pressure was intense with just a hint if pain. But it had blossomed into pleasure and god how he loved it. The sensation of Sherlock in him.
He shuddered and clutched at the sheets under him. His cock was hard and leaking across his belly.
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Date: 2019-01-15 02:43 pm (UTC)The pressure was intense with just a hint if pain. But it had blossomed into pleasure and god how he loved it. The sensation of Sherlock in him.
He shuddered and clutched at the sheets under him. His cock was hard and leaking across his belly.