Sherlock smiled, watching the man writhe and buck in his arms while his come spilled out over his stomach and dripped back down over his cock and balls and down the insides of his thighs, to meet his own on the ground.
When John was done, Sherlock easily picked up the exhausted man and laid him back in his bed. He could have cleaned him, but he wanted John to have a reminder of what they had just done.
"Sleep, my Persephone." He whispered softly, watching him for a moment before he left the room.
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Date: 2018-02-27 06:54 pm (UTC)When John was done, Sherlock easily picked up the exhausted man and laid him back in his bed. He could have cleaned him, but he wanted John to have a reminder of what they had just done.
"Sleep, my Persephone." He whispered softly, watching him for a moment before he left the room.