"Nnnnnff...." Sherlock was adrift in a sea of dopamine and hormones and post coital bliss. He grunted softy- his brain knew what was going on, he could feel it and see it and hell, even smell it- thought it felt like he was floating a bit a way from his body. But there was nothing he could do but just let John keep fucking him until he was done, until those giant balls were empty.
It seemed to take forever, there was so much come, it was leaking out of him back onto his own arse and thighs, John's legs and thighs, and literally soaking the bed under them. He figured that there would be a lot, but it was more than he had ever imagined, more than could even remotely possibly fit inside of him.
And then, finally, it was over. John was still hard and still twitching softly inside of him, still dribbling the last few drops of come while he slumped down, desperately gasping for breath, just like Sherlock was still doing.
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Date: 2019-06-10 05:02 am (UTC)It seemed to take forever, there was so much come, it was leaking out of him back onto his own arse and thighs, John's legs and thighs, and literally soaking the bed under them. He figured that there would be a lot, but it was more than he had ever imagined, more than could even remotely possibly fit inside of him.
And then, finally, it was over. John was still hard and still twitching softly inside of him, still dribbling the last few drops of come while he slumped down, desperately gasping for breath, just like Sherlock was still doing.