Date: 2018-02-20 12:40 am (UTC)
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"Cigarettes? Those things are great, they bring those pesky mortals to me even faster. Don't need em myself." Sherlock smirked.

Those long, thin fingers ran through the thick, brown curls between John's legs, only teasing around the base of his shaft.

"I don't intend on stopping...." He whispered in John's ear, licking around the shell and nibbling softly at the base.
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