"Anything for you..." He breathed, "Anything at all." Those words were so similar to the last ones he breathed to Hades before... Before... His heart clenched, bu he drove off those thoughts. He continued pushing in until his hips met Sherlock's arse.
It was... Euphoric. He wanted to bend over Sherlock and pound into him until they both broke and sobbed. But he wanted to take it easy for the man. Take it slow, tender.
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Date: 2018-03-01 05:06 pm (UTC)It was... Euphoric. He wanted to bend over Sherlock and pound into him until they both broke and sobbed. But he wanted to take it easy for the man. Take it slow, tender.