"Of course, my wonderful boy. You are so good for me, aren't you? You deserve everything that I can give you, and more."
Sherlock knew that he had to be careful, so he pulled his fist out very, very slowly, adding a bit more shampoo as it went to it would slide out with the least amount of resistance. When it finally released with an actual, audible pop, a steady stream of shampoo and water came with his.
He had to wait for a moment.. just to marvel at John. God, he had never in the almost year and a half that they'd been together, never seen him this open and stretched and fuck it was the hottest thing that he'd ever seen in his life.
"Mmmmmm." He couldn't resist leaning down and licking at John. He was so open that his tongue went right in, but it was a bitter taste of shampoo on his tongue, so he sadly abandoned that idea.
Instead, he took his cock in one hand and held John's hips with the other. No need to hold him open, he was so wide already. He did use a litlte more shampoo, just in case.
"Are you ready, my wonderful, lovely, open boy?" He asked, as he started to push in with a grunt. Between the shampoo and the gaping from his fist, Sherlock slid in with no resistance at all, right up to the hilt.
"Ahhh.. you feel so loose around me, not like your usual tight and hot hole. I wonder why. " He giggled while he started to thrust.
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Sherlock knew that he had to be careful, so he pulled his fist out very, very slowly, adding a bit more shampoo as it went to it would slide out with the least amount of resistance. When it finally released with an actual, audible pop, a steady stream of shampoo and water came with his.
He had to wait for a moment.. just to marvel at John. God, he had never in the almost year and a half that they'd been together, never seen him this open and stretched and fuck it was the hottest thing that he'd ever seen in his life.
"Mmmmmm." He couldn't resist leaning down and licking at John. He was so open that his tongue went right in, but it was a bitter taste of shampoo on his tongue, so he sadly abandoned that idea.
Instead, he took his cock in one hand and held John's hips with the other. No need to hold him open, he was so wide already. He did use a litlte more shampoo, just in case.
"Are you ready, my wonderful, lovely, open boy?" He asked, as he started to push in with a grunt. Between the shampoo and the gaping from his fist, Sherlock slid in with no resistance at all, right up to the hilt.
"Ahhh.. you feel so loose around me, not like your usual tight and hot hole. I wonder why. " He giggled while he started to thrust.