That brought a smile to Sherlock's face. He loved that he could reduce John to a simpering, groaning mess of a person. And he knew that he could draw this out as long as he wanted, take John to the edge, and the ease back. And oh, by the gods, he wanted to. He wanted to so badly.
But they did need to get back to the quest, perhaps there would be time for that later, hopefully tonight.
Sherlock purposefully kept his crotch away from John's so there was nothing to grind up against. Well, maybe he could tease him for a bit, Sherlock convinced himself that they had some time.
The grip on John's wrists tightened as he wiggled around, and Sherlock ducked his head, leaving a deep red bite right at the collar of John's old t shirt, the RAMC one that had even been old when he moved in three months ago.
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Date: 2019-02-11 02:32 am (UTC)But they did need to get back to the quest, perhaps there would be time for that later, hopefully tonight.
Sherlock purposefully kept his crotch away from John's so there was nothing to grind up against. Well, maybe he could tease him for a bit, Sherlock convinced himself that they had some time.
The grip on John's wrists tightened as he wiggled around, and Sherlock ducked his head, leaving a deep red bite right at the collar of John's old t shirt, the RAMC one that had even been old when he moved in three months ago.
"John..." It was a rumble, as purr in John's ear.