Oh, there was the John... HIS John... the man truly was in there somewhere. He wanted to revert to his normal self, but changing into a 9 foot tall, bluish skinned demon of Hell, might take the list out of him.. so he abstained.
He knew that he had to be careful. He couldn't ravage this John the same way. He still could die.As far as they knew he was still mortal, but oh how he really wanted to ravage him, to take him with no compunctions. no holding back.
Sherlock bit down on John's neck after reverting his teeth to thier more normal, sharp form. It was enough to draw a small line of punctures, the tiniest bit of blood trickling from them. He licked at the wound, savoring the irony taste of his lover's essence, truly his lifeblood.
He didn't care if John saw him use magic now. With a wave of his fingers, his own clothes disappeared, leaving him naked, hard and aching above his lover.
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Date: 2018-02-14 12:25 am (UTC)He knew that he had to be careful. He couldn't ravage this John the same way. He still could die.As far as they knew he was still mortal, but oh how he really wanted to ravage him, to take him with no compunctions. no holding back.
Sherlock bit down on John's neck after reverting his teeth to thier more normal, sharp form. It was enough to draw a small line of punctures, the tiniest bit of blood trickling from them. He licked at the wound, savoring the irony taste of his lover's essence, truly his lifeblood.
He didn't care if John saw him use magic now. With a wave of his fingers, his own clothes disappeared, leaving him naked, hard and aching above his lover.