"Well if that's going to be the case. I will simply find someone else to sate my need." John snapped.
He stepped back and turned on his heel. If Sherlock was going to play that game, he was going to play it right back. He ignored Ceberus as he stormed past, slamming the door to the room he'd been using. He knew it wouldn't matter if Sherlock decided to come in here. But part of him suspected that the god might just leave him alone.
He knew he didn't need to sleep, or eat or anything really. But it comforted him, having a routine. John stripped off his clothes and went into the small bathroom to shower. He stepped under the hot water, making a noise. Even when he had been in the Overworld, he had not found anyone to sate his need. John wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke his own cock.
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He stepped back and turned on his heel. If Sherlock was going to play that game, he was going to play it right back. He ignored Ceberus as he stormed past, slamming the door to the room he'd been using. He knew it wouldn't matter if Sherlock decided to come in here. But part of him suspected that the god might just leave him alone.
He knew he didn't need to sleep, or eat or anything really. But it comforted him, having a routine. John stripped off his clothes and went into the small bathroom to shower. He stepped under the hot water, making a noise. Even when he had been in the Overworld, he had not found anyone to sate his need. John wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke his own cock.