Sherlock groaned when the fingers were removed. He was stretched and open, but empty. The sound he made was almost a whimper. He was not particularly heavy, so he wasn't surprised that the half demon had no problem at all lifting him up bodily off of his lap.
His vision was starting to fade, he was right at the precipice of too much blood. He needed John to stop, and he tried to tell him, but his voice was jumbled and indecipherable. He needed John to stop and he needed John to fuck him at the same time. And yet, he coldn't tell him either, all he could do was to try to nod his head, but he wasn't even sure if his body was responding to what he was telling it to do.
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Date: 2019-06-10 03:20 am (UTC)His vision was starting to fade, he was right at the precipice of too much blood. He needed John to stop, and he tried to tell him, but his voice was jumbled and indecipherable. He needed John to stop and he needed John to fuck him at the same time. And yet, he coldn't tell him either, all he could do was to try to nod his head, but he wasn't even sure if his body was responding to what he was telling it to do.