Every part of Sherlock said BITE TAKE FUCK.... But he had a plan, and he had to stick to it. Sherlock pulled John's coat off his shoulders, and it met his on the floor beside the door.
Slowly, but surely, Sherlock kissed and licked and all but nipped, so close, but he held himself back. He held one hand on the small of John's back, and one on his arse, over those bloody annoying trousers that were going to need to go, and very soon.
After kicking the jackets off to the side, both of his hands went to John's arse, giving each cheek a squeeze. His eyes went deep red, and he used his Voice, his Thrall.
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Date: 2019-06-09 03:38 am (UTC)Slowly, but surely, Sherlock kissed and licked and all but nipped, so close, but he held himself back. He held one hand on the small of John's back, and one on his arse, over those bloody annoying trousers that were going to need to go, and very soon.
After kicking the jackets off to the side, both of his hands went to John's arse, giving each cheek a squeeze. His eyes went deep red, and he used his Voice, his Thrall.
"Let me... I NEED..."