Sherlock groaned slightly. They couldn't do anything out there, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to, or that he wanted John off his lap.
He took his mates hand and let John lead him to the bedroom. He closed the door and locked it- better safe than sorry- and then looked at John, who was already lounging on the bed, striking a rather sexy pose.
"We need to get you out of those clothes, first." He insisted. He had no idea what John was in the mood for, to be more dominant or submissive (they switched very often), so he looked for clues in his body language.
"Or do you just want to drink from me like I am, first?" He asked with a smile.
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He took his mates hand and let John lead him to the bedroom. He closed the door and locked it- better safe than sorry- and then looked at John, who was already lounging on the bed, striking a rather sexy pose.
"We need to get you out of those clothes, first." He insisted. He had no idea what John was in the mood for, to be more dominant or submissive (they switched very often), so he looked for clues in his body language.
"Or do you just want to drink from me like I am, first?" He asked with a smile.