Sherlock couldn't understand why John was egging him on so. Did he not realize that he *HAD* to hold back, or else he was going to kill this man? He was the God of Death, capable of ripping the life out of any mortal. And this man was goading him into getting angry and ravagin him.
Did he... want to die?
That was the only explanation that he even slightly made sense.
But it didn't, because he thought that John cared for him, why would he want to die at his own hands?
Sherlock bit hard down on John's neck, his sharp fangs not holding back this time, leaving two deep, bloody holes in the back of his neck that ran down the sides f his neck and stained the sheet under him red.
"Do you want me to kill you?" He growled in John's ear. "I can, with no hesitation." He pulled John's hair so his head was back against his neck, further opening the puncture wounds and matting his hair with blood.
"I can make my cock big enough to rip out your intestines while I fuck you as you slowly die under me. Is that rough enough for you?"
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Date: 2018-02-14 01:02 am (UTC)Did he... want to die?
That was the only explanation that he even slightly made sense.
But it didn't, because he thought that John cared for him, why would he want to die at his own hands?
Sherlock bit hard down on John's neck, his sharp fangs not holding back this time, leaving two deep, bloody holes in the back of his neck that ran down the sides f his neck and stained the sheet under him red.
"Do you want me to kill you?" He growled in John's ear. "I can, with no hesitation." He pulled John's hair so his head was back against his neck, further opening the puncture wounds and matting his hair with blood.
"I can make my cock big enough to rip out your intestines while I fuck you as you slowly die under me. Is that rough enough for you?"