If John hadn't already been on his knees, he might have collapsed. Dear god. The darkness that filled him. He ached for that. For the fire that came from Sherlock. He bit his lip and nodded.
He then parted his lips, giving Sherlock the opportunity to push in. He wanted it. To be consumed.
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Date: 2018-03-03 05:22 am (UTC)He then parted his lips, giving Sherlock the opportunity to push in. He wanted it. To be consumed.