Date: 2018-03-01 06:36 pm (UTC)
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As John moved in and out, Sherlock rocked his hips in time, moving with John fluidly, like they were one body, like this was a dance that they had done forever, even if it was their first time.

Sherlock leaned his head down on the bed, his ass high up in the air, his hand desperately grasping at the now torn and shredded sheets under him, though that had still escaped his notice.

His whole body thrummed with.. something, with lust and need and desire and heat and pain and pleasure.. and something more even, something he couldn't even begin to understand.

"Ahhhh!!" He cried out when his head was jerked back.. He could feel his own pleasure rising, building,a w ave threatening to break on shore..

John was fast and hard, and Sherlock wanted more, more, but he couldnt make his mouth form any words, just deep gutteral growls and moans and animalistic noises
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