John groaned when he felt Sherlock move ontop of him, kiss him all over, nip and suck. He was trembling and gasping. Oh god. Yes... he grabbed at the towels under him, squirming.
"Yo... You're welcome." He gasped eyes closing. Oh... that wicked tongue.
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Date: 2019-02-22 02:49 pm (UTC)"Yo... You're welcome." He gasped eyes closing. Oh... that wicked tongue.