Sherlock needed to know the answer to the question, but he didn't need to know it right now. He would ask again, when they both weren't hungry for each others' touch.
Sherlock used one hand to gather up John's wrists and pin the against the wall, over his head. He kept his hand there, keeping John pinned and immobile while his other hand undid the tie of John's dressing gown.
He couldn't pull it off, because John was up tight against the wall, but at least it was open, showing his old, ratty t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting pajama trousers that were too long- Sherlock recognized them as his own.
And he wasn't wearing any pants underneath them, that much was quite obvious from looking at them.
Sherlock ducked his head down and licked a stripe up the side of John's neck while his free hand rucked up his t-shirt, exposing that beautiful pale skin of his stomach, and the trail of blonde hair that led inside the pajama trousers.
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Sherlock used one hand to gather up John's wrists and pin the against the wall, over his head. He kept his hand there, keeping John pinned and immobile while his other hand undid the tie of John's dressing gown.
He couldn't pull it off, because John was up tight against the wall, but at least it was open, showing his old, ratty t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting pajama trousers that were too long- Sherlock recognized them as his own.
And he wasn't wearing any pants underneath them, that much was quite obvious from looking at them.
Sherlock ducked his head down and licked a stripe up the side of John's neck while his free hand rucked up his t-shirt, exposing that beautiful pale skin of his stomach, and the trail of blonde hair that led inside the pajama trousers.