Sherlock leaned back just a bit, to look John in the eyes, lifting his head from the man's shoulder.
"In all the times you have ween the knights wake, Arthur has never awoken, before now?" He asked. In all the craziness that had been the last few days, finding out all this information as well as starting into this relationship. it had never dawned on him that he might be the ONLY Arthur.
Any other questions he wanted to ask were cut off when John spoke. He was silent and still as John spoke his declaration of love. the three words Sherlock was afraid of, seemed to fall so easily from John's lips. He was surprised after such a short time that they would, and angry with him self that he couldn't reciprocate, say them in kind.
And yet again any response was cut off by the kiss., It was no longer soft and almost chaste. This was rough, and desperate and raw. Sherlock kissed back in kind, this time he did press his naked body against John's clothed one, walking the man backwards until he was pressed between Sherlock to his front, and the kitchen wall to his back
Tongue seeked tongue while Sherlock ran a hand through John's short hair, the other hand on his back, pressing him as close to his body as possible. He wanted to feel every single millimeter of John's skin.
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"In all the times you have ween the knights wake, Arthur has never awoken, before now?" He asked. In all the craziness that had been the last few days, finding out all this information as well as starting into this relationship. it had never dawned on him that he might be the ONLY Arthur.
Any other questions he wanted to ask were cut off when John spoke. He was silent and still as John spoke his declaration of love. the three words Sherlock was afraid of, seemed to fall so easily from John's lips. He was surprised after such a short time that they would, and angry with him self that he couldn't reciprocate, say them in kind.
And yet again any response was cut off by the kiss., It was no longer soft and almost chaste. This was rough, and desperate and raw. Sherlock kissed back in kind, this time he did press his naked body against John's clothed one, walking the man backwards until he was pressed between Sherlock to his front, and the kitchen wall to his back
Tongue seeked tongue while Sherlock ran a hand through John's short hair, the other hand on his back, pressing him as close to his body as possible. He wanted to feel every single millimeter of John's skin.