He whined. This wasn't fair. It just wasn't. Why did the gods do this? He couldn't be with this human. He couldn't walk on land like a two fin.
John settled for running his fingers through Sherlock's hair. He panted as he felt that tongue continue to work over him. All thoughts of his penis slipping back into its sheath faded. He was hard again and he wanted this human. He wanted to mate with this human.
What an odd thought. In all his years, he had never wanted to mate. And now. And now... he did.
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Date: 2019-08-16 11:14 pm (UTC)John settled for running his fingers through Sherlock's hair. He panted as he felt that tongue continue to work over him. All thoughts of his penis slipping back into its sheath faded. He was hard again and he wanted this human. He wanted to mate with this human.
What an odd thought. In all his years, he had never wanted to mate. And now. And now... he did.