"John." It was the tiniest of whispers. Sherlock went down to his knees in the sand, his legs pressing against John's flank.
He reached out an unsteady hand and finally, finally touched John. It was very slick and smooth, like polished marble. It was warmer than John's body, and quite muscular, he could feel the twitching under his hand while John continued to stroke around where his fingers touched.
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Date: 2019-08-16 08:07 pm (UTC)He reached out an unsteady hand and finally, finally touched John. It was very slick and smooth, like polished marble. It was warmer than John's body, and quite muscular, he could feel the twitching under his hand while John continued to stroke around where his fingers touched.