He paused and looked up at Sherlock. "Do you not want my lips wrapped around your aching cock?"
John continued to run his hands over those pale, cold, thighs. He grinned and leaned in, kissing one thigh, then the other, but not approaching that cock. Yet.
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Date: 2019-07-04 05:56 am (UTC)John continued to run his hands over those pale, cold, thighs. He grinned and leaned in, kissing one thigh, then the other, but not approaching that cock. Yet.