Sherlock's eyes went wide. Wait. He... wanted to be fucked again. After everything that had happened the time before, when he had been taken against his will to hell and fucked, and then stuffed with a stone plug?
He still wanted it?
Most likely he didn't really know what he wanted, Sherlock figured.
But there was one way to find out.
Sherlock exploded into motion. Faster than would have been humanly possible he rocketed out of the chair, grabbed John by his neck, and kept going until they both hit the far wall, John's back hit the bare rock, and he was pinned by Sherlock pressing against the front of his body.
John couldn't choke any more, but he was holding tight enough that it would bruise his still somewhat human body.
Sherlock pressed his whole body against John, enough to push him hard into the rock.
"Is this what you want?" He demanded, reaching down to roughly give John a squeeze. "For me to take you and make you a fucktoy, like I did the first time?"
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Sherlock's eyes went wide. Wait. He... wanted to be fucked again. After everything that had happened the time before, when he had been taken against his will to hell and fucked, and then stuffed with a stone plug?
He still wanted it?
Most likely he didn't really know what he wanted, Sherlock figured.
But there was one way to find out.
Sherlock exploded into motion. Faster than would have been humanly possible he rocketed out of the chair, grabbed John by his neck, and kept going until they both hit the far wall, John's back hit the bare rock, and he was pinned by Sherlock pressing against the front of his body.
John couldn't choke any more, but he was holding tight enough that it would bruise his still somewhat human body.
Sherlock pressed his whole body against John, enough to push him hard into the rock.
"Is this what you want?" He demanded, reaching down to roughly give John a squeeze. "For me to take you and make you a fucktoy, like I did the first time?"