"Fuck...." Sherlock groaned. He wanted his trousers off as well. But John hadn't drunk enough yet, and he still needed to drink his fill before his neck stopped bleeding, and it was already slowing.
So Sherlock got up just enough to practically rip his trousers and pants off at the same time. They did actually rip a little, but he didn't care. Immediately, he sat back on Johns; lap, his much smaller erection pressing against John's much larger one.
"Please... John... drink me.. fuck me... take me... please.."
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Date: 2019-06-10 02:47 am (UTC)So Sherlock got up just enough to practically rip his trousers and pants off at the same time. They did actually rip a little, but he didn't care. Immediately, he sat back on Johns; lap, his much smaller erection pressing against John's much larger one.
"Please... John... drink me.. fuck me... take me... please.."