Even though it wasn't near as much come as when he was in his demon form, it was still a nice amount, and since Sherlock was on his back it fell in a broken line of puddles from his chin and sternum down to sticky globules in his dark, thick, curly pubic hairs.
Sadly, as John lay on top of him, Sherlock slipped out, and he could feel his own come dribbling out of John's arse, over his bollocks and in his hair, mixing with John's, and down his inner thighs.
There was more than a little bit of Sherlock that wished that he would turn into a demon with his sharp canines and bite him, like he had the night they had bonded. But that thought faded away when John spoke.
"Breeding?" He asked, slightly confused. "Did I.... did it.." Surely he hadn't actually bred John... had he? And would John know? He had no idea about how half demon physiology and reproduction worked. Would he know if he was?
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Sadly, as John lay on top of him, Sherlock slipped out, and he could feel his own come dribbling out of John's arse, over his bollocks and in his hair, mixing with John's, and down his inner thighs.
There was more than a little bit of Sherlock that wished that he would turn into a demon with his sharp canines and bite him, like he had the night they had bonded. But that thought faded away when John spoke.
"Breeding?" He asked, slightly confused. "Did I.... did it.." Surely he hadn't actually bred John... had he? And would John know? He had no idea about how half demon physiology and reproduction worked. Would he know if he was?