"John. Please." He asked softly while he was still drinking from his lover neck. "I love you. I need you. Please." He just wanted to forget about the world and the politics and all of the bullshit that was everywhere but in this room, and taste John on his lips and feel his lover inside of him.
The intimacy of being joined, fang to skin, was only second to the intimacy of being connected bodily, one being inside the other. Sherlock had been the more dominant once more often than not in the last 2 months, and there had still not been any hint of a breeding yet. They both knew it was a long shot, but they both wanted it to happen.
But tonight, Sherlock just needed to be taken and used so he could pretend the rest of the day hadn't happened, or at least forget it had, for a short time.
no subject
The intimacy of being joined, fang to skin, was only second to the intimacy of being connected bodily, one being inside the other. Sherlock had been the more dominant once more often than not in the last 2 months, and there had still not been any hint of a breeding yet. They both knew it was a long shot, but they both wanted it to happen.
But tonight, Sherlock just needed to be taken and used so he could pretend the rest of the day hadn't happened, or at least forget it had, for a short time.