"Ohhhh... fuck.." John's words were indeed having an effect on Sherlock. He shut his eyes tight and leaned in so he could brace himself on the wall, he wasn't honestly sure if he would be able to stand any other way, since all the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to his cock, which was already starting to fill and harden.
"Joohhhnnn..." It was the neediest that Sherlock had ever sounded. This was so good, but it wasn't near enough. "I...h-h-have a vibrator.. in... t-the beside table." He had gotten it recently, and he wanted to thank whatever god or devil was watching over then that he had. He'd been rather pent up recently, after having gone through a rather long dry spell.
That seemed to be over, now.
And he wasn't sure that he could trust his legs to actually stand on their own without leaning like he was now, much less walk to the beside table and back.
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"Joohhhnnn..." It was the neediest that Sherlock had ever sounded. This was so good, but it wasn't near enough. "I...h-h-have a vibrator.. in... t-the beside table." He had gotten it recently, and he wanted to thank whatever god or devil was watching over then that he had. He'd been rather pent up recently, after having gone through a rather long dry spell.
That seemed to be over, now.
And he wasn't sure that he could trust his legs to actually stand on their own without leaning like he was now, much less walk to the beside table and back.