"You know, Mrs. Hudson is going to murder us when she finds out how I just defiled the Afghan that she knitted for me when I first moved in." He said, his voice going low.
Sherlock put the food down on the low coffee table in front of the couch, then went to the kitchen to retrieve a couple of glasses of water, some plates, silverware, and napkins. He brought them all (carefully) back in and set out getting the food plated, all while watching John, who was still trying to control the occasional giggle.
In all the movement, Sherlock's now also defiled dressing gown had opened, revealing a soft cock and a mix of both of their come on his body, but he shrugged. Now was the time to eat. Even if they wanted to, they had refractory periods to think about.
"Budge over." Sherlock shoved John playfully, then picked up his plate and went to work. Usually it was a chore getting him to eat, but with all of the... extra curricular activities that they had been doing, he'd worked up an appetite.
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Sherlock put the food down on the low coffee table in front of the couch, then went to the kitchen to retrieve a couple of glasses of water, some plates, silverware, and napkins. He brought them all (carefully) back in and set out getting the food plated, all while watching John, who was still trying to control the occasional giggle.
In all the movement, Sherlock's now also defiled dressing gown had opened, revealing a soft cock and a mix of both of their come on his body, but he shrugged. Now was the time to eat. Even if they wanted to, they had refractory periods to think about.
"Budge over." Sherlock shoved John playfully, then picked up his plate and went to work. Usually it was a chore getting him to eat, but with all of the... extra curricular activities that they had been doing, he'd worked up an appetite.