What Sherlock did next was total instinct. He didn't even think about what he was doing. He just did it, and when he did, he lost, he was gone.
While Sherlock was fucking John, he leaned down to the pulse point on John's neck..
And he bit.
Even though he had just fed the evening before, less than 12 hours ago, feeding again from John while he was rogering him sent him into a frenzy.
He started to thrust hard and fast, buggering John so hard that the bed was shaking under them. He continued to suck on John's neck, each pulse of John's heart gave him another taste of blood.
Sherlock was totally gone- he couldn't speak or do anything but breed and fuck and take and oh it only took him a few hard thrusts, hard enough to move John forward before he yelled out and slammed into John as deep as he could go, spilling his seed inside of the half demon under him.
no subject
While Sherlock was fucking John, he leaned down to the pulse point on John's neck..
And he bit.
Even though he had just fed the evening before, less than 12 hours ago, feeding again from John while he was rogering him sent him into a frenzy.
He started to thrust hard and fast, buggering John so hard that the bed was shaking under them. He continued to suck on John's neck, each pulse of John's heart gave him another taste of blood.
Sherlock was totally gone- he couldn't speak or do anything but breed and fuck and take and oh it only took him a few hard thrusts, hard enough to move John forward before he yelled out and slammed into John as deep as he could go, spilling his seed inside of the half demon under him.