"You know that I will always do anything that I can for you, my John." He said, kissing back briefly.
"Nnnng.." Sherlock hissed, there was that brief moment of pain, and then the endorphin kicked in.
The problem was, it was a rather sensual, and sexual thing, to be drank from. Sometimes the drinking led to sex., more often than not after William it didn't because of time or that William was actually there. But that didn't stop it from being an almost Pavlovian response with Sherlock to get hard.
He closed his eyes tight, and tried to think of ways to will it away- the best way he found was trying to picture his sire naked. Thank goodness he had never actually seen him, though there had been some close calls in the early days, in the 1600's when Mycroft had been rather promiscuous. It was easy to lead handsome but poor boys back to his mansion to get a fuck, a feed, and then kill them so they wouldn't tell.
As the centuries went on though, that became harder to do, and by the turn of the 20th century that had pretty much ceased, and Sherlock of course had long since learned to be smart enough of where not to go in Mycroft's mansion.
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Date: 2019-07-04 05:35 am (UTC)"Nnnng.." Sherlock hissed, there was that brief moment of pain, and then the endorphin kicked in.
The problem was, it was a rather sensual, and sexual thing, to be drank from. Sometimes the drinking led to sex., more often than not after William it didn't because of time or that William was actually there. But that didn't stop it from being an almost Pavlovian response with Sherlock to get hard.
He closed his eyes tight, and tried to think of ways to will it away- the best way he found was trying to picture his sire naked. Thank goodness he had never actually seen him, though there had been some close calls in the early days, in the 1600's when Mycroft had been rather promiscuous. It was easy to lead handsome but poor boys back to his mansion to get a fuck, a feed, and then kill them so they wouldn't tell.
As the centuries went on though, that became harder to do, and by the turn of the 20th century that had pretty much ceased, and Sherlock of course had long since learned to be smart enough of where not to go in Mycroft's mansion.