Sherlock had managed to get a dressing gown in the bedroom one of the times he checked in on John. He was naked under it but it was tied, so he was decent, if anyone had come in- which they hadn't. It was late enough that Mrs. Hudson would have already taken her 'evening soothers', so it was unlikely that anyone else would come up, but still, he did have some sense of propriety.
He'd been on his laptop when he heard John start to stir. He knew he was coming before he came down the hallway and into the living room. He smiled at John, god he was so fucking beautiful when he was sleep tousled and marked.
Sherlock closed the laptop and put it aside, leaning into John, licking softly at where the red spot on his neck.
"Its half six." He said, nuzzling John. "I think I might have worn you out. I apologize." The way he spoke made it sound like he was not even remotely sorry at all.
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Date: 2019-02-17 09:46 pm (UTC)He'd been on his laptop when he heard John start to stir. He knew he was coming before he came down the hallway and into the living room. He smiled at John, god he was so fucking beautiful when he was sleep tousled and marked.
Sherlock closed the laptop and put it aside, leaning into John, licking softly at where the red spot on his neck.
"Its half six." He said, nuzzling John. "I think I might have worn you out. I apologize." The way he spoke made it sound like he was not even remotely sorry at all.