John was drowning in the sensations. The feeling of Sherlock moving in and out, those hands on his body. Stroking and holding. It was such a change from their first time together, all those years ago. When he was chained and taken so against his will. But it had started something between them...
Now he didn't want a life without Sherlock. He couldn't imagine a life without him.
He moaned and squirmed. He felt like... Like he was close.
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Date: 2018-03-05 06:24 pm (UTC)Now he didn't want a life without Sherlock. He couldn't imagine a life without him.
He moaned and squirmed. He felt like... Like he was close.