When John grinned, Sherlock grinned as well. He was a good boy and Sir was proud of him. He licked his lips, tasting come and piss and sweat.
It was perfect.
There was never any doubt what Sherlock wanted to do. He would always ALWAYS choose John over any other choice he was given.
"I... w-w-want... Sir.. to.. u-use me..." He managed to stammer out. He was on another plane, some heady mix of pain and pleasure and over stimulation driving him deep into a place where it was hard to get out of. He was honestly surprised he could even speak.
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Date: 2019-06-17 07:08 pm (UTC)It was perfect.
There was never any doubt what Sherlock wanted to do. He would always ALWAYS choose John over any other choice he was given.
"I... w-w-want... Sir.. to.. u-use me..." He managed to stammer out. He was on another plane, some heady mix of pain and pleasure and over stimulation driving him deep into a place where it was hard to get out of. He was honestly surprised he could even speak.