John was trembling and gasping. He felt like such a hot mess. Oh dear god. Sherlock had wrecked him. The blonde let out a moan and shuddered. He looked up at Sherlock, his eyes a little glassy. He felt like a mess. But such a good mess.
"Sherlock... Please." He begged. He sounded so incredibly wrecked, so everything... He wanted to feel Sherlock inside him. He needed it...
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Date: 2019-02-05 04:13 am (UTC)"Sherlock... Please." He begged. He sounded so incredibly wrecked, so everything... He wanted to feel Sherlock inside him. He needed it...