John was going to reply. He was. He had all these things he was going to do. But they were drowned out by the kiss. By Sherlock pressing against him. He shuddered and grabbed at those bare shoulders, pulling the man in.
He wanted to feel Sherlock, hold him close. He wanted to know everything about the man.
Over and over. He wanted to know more and more. All the time. He nipped at Sherlock's lips, not caring that he was against the wall. Not caring about any of it.
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Date: 2019-02-10 10:33 pm (UTC)He wanted to feel Sherlock, hold him close. He wanted to know everything about the man.
Over and over. He wanted to know more and more. All the time. He nipped at Sherlock's lips, not caring that he was against the wall. Not caring about any of it.