Sherlock was silent. He couldn't help a nagging feeling at the back of his mind., It had come up before, and he had banished it away for a time, but it was back now, and it was pervasive, and he couldn't get rid of it so easily.
He wrapped his long arms around John, pulling the man's clothed form against his naked one. He didn't try to grope or tut or grind, he just held John close, laying his head on the man's shoulder, taking in the sent of his shampoo and soap.. and the smell of.. JOHN.
"I am going to die one day." He whispered, almost just a breath, into John's hear, taking advantage of his position. "I am going to die and you will live forever, and eventually you will forget about me a thousand years from now, and your heart will belong to someone else."
He really had no desire to spoil the mood, but he had to say it. It would be less cruel to stop this now, before it went to far- if it wasn't already too late- to spare John the pain of losing him 20, 30, 40 years from now. That was only a tiny drop in the bucket of the life of Merlin the Magician.
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Date: 2019-02-10 05:59 am (UTC)He wrapped his long arms around John, pulling the man's clothed form against his naked one. He didn't try to grope or tut or grind, he just held John close, laying his head on the man's shoulder, taking in the sent of his shampoo and soap.. and the smell of.. JOHN.
"I am going to die one day." He whispered, almost just a breath, into John's hear, taking advantage of his position. "I am going to die and you will live forever, and eventually you will forget about me a thousand years from now, and your heart will belong to someone else."
He really had no desire to spoil the mood, but he had to say it. It would be less cruel to stop this now, before it went to far- if it wasn't already too late- to spare John the pain of losing him 20, 30, 40 years from now. That was only a tiny drop in the bucket of the life of Merlin the Magician.