John woke days later. He stared up at a familiar sight. His room. Had that been a dream? He sat up and rubbed his face. He wasn't sure.
He got out of bed and went to clean up. A hot shower always helped. He pressed his head against the cool tile as hot water poured over him.
He imagined Sherlock's arms sliding around his waist. He imagined those lips laying kisses along his neck, hands stroking and touching. Before finally being breached, taken by the god.
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Date: 2018-03-05 05:47 am (UTC)He got out of bed and went to clean up. A hot shower always helped. He pressed his head against the cool tile as hot water poured over him.
He imagined Sherlock's arms sliding around his waist. He imagined those lips laying kisses along his neck, hands stroking and touching. Before finally being breached, taken by the god.