Sherlock smiled at the last little shakes, the dribbles falling on his face, mixing with the seed that was already there, dribbling down the sides of his face, down to his neck and ears and the now once again ruined sheets under them.
Not that he cared right now. He was floating, still deep in the subspace, utterly spent and content and a total fucking mess.
"I... l-like... all of you... s-s-ir.." He found it hard to speak or move. But he did notice that by some miracle, Sir was not totally soft yet. He raised a tired, come covered hand and gently pet at Sir's half hard cock.
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Date: 2019-06-13 07:12 pm (UTC)Not that he cared right now. He was floating, still deep in the subspace, utterly spent and content and a total fucking mess.
"I... l-like... all of you... s-s-ir.." He found it hard to speak or move. But he did notice that by some miracle, Sir was not totally soft yet. He raised a tired, come covered hand and gently pet at Sir's half hard cock.