Sherlock wanted to protest, Sir was still half hard. He could help. But he was helpless in Sir's arms, like a kitten being carried by the scruff by its mother, he went almost boneless in John's arms, letting himself be carried into the bathroom. He grunted a little when the plug inside of him shifted a little as he was sat down, another little trickle of come leaking out. It quickly mixed with the water and disappeared.
As John cleaned, the water got cloudier and cloudier. Sherlock was floating above himself, almost an out of body experience. He was so high on endorphins and ecstatic with the praise that Sir was giving him. He was a good boy, Sir was proud, he had done well. It felt almost as good as the two orgasms themselves.
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Date: 2019-06-13 07:21 pm (UTC)As John cleaned, the water got cloudier and cloudier. Sherlock was floating above himself, almost an out of body experience. He was so high on endorphins and ecstatic with the praise that Sir was giving him. He was a good boy, Sir was proud, he had done well. It felt almost as good as the two orgasms themselves.