Date: 2018-02-07 06:42 pm (UTC)
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When John rocked up, Sherlock pressed down, rubbing their lengths together for just one, brief, intense, exquisite moment.
Sherlock gasped at the feeling.

"Yes." He said, simply. He wasn't sure if John meant for tonight, or if he meant forever, but he would have said yet to either one right now.

John had said that he could fuck him, and oh by the gods he wanted to fuck this man, to feel like he had so long ago.
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