Sherlock had tasted himself int he past. He hadn't particularly liked it, but he hadn't hated it either.
He blushed at the admission, looking down at the mess in his scales and on his smooth skin. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out, took a bit onto his fingers, and licked.
He made a bit of a face, it was much saltier than his had been, there was something almost remotely... fishy about it.
But even with that.. he found that he liked it. He leaned down this time, and licked it off of John's stomach.
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Date: 2019-08-16 10:37 pm (UTC)He blushed at the admission, looking down at the mess in his scales and on his smooth skin. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out, took a bit onto his fingers, and licked.
He made a bit of a face, it was much saltier than his had been, there was something almost remotely... fishy about it.
But even with that.. he found that he liked it. He leaned down this time, and licked it off of John's stomach.