Sherlock's fingers scraped across John's scalp. He may be in his 'human' form, but his fingernails were closer to claws than human like nails. He was careful not to dig too deep, not to make him bleed, but enough to make sure that John felt it.
At this angle, there was nothing that Sherlock could do about John's hardening cock. He didn't have to look down. He could smell it on the man, the arousal.
His own cock filled and swelled, engorging with the attention that John was paying it until it was jutting out, straight and hard and flushed in front of him.
"John. I want you to taste me." He growled, as much of a command as a suggestion.
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Date: 2018-02-24 08:05 pm (UTC)At this angle, there was nothing that Sherlock could do about John's hardening cock. He didn't have to look down. He could smell it on the man, the arousal.
His own cock filled and swelled, engorging with the attention that John was paying it until it was jutting out, straight and hard and flushed in front of him.
"John. I want you to taste me." He growled, as much of a command as a suggestion.