Sherlock stilled for a moment when he was fully ensheathed in John. His other hand that had been on himself went to John's hip, so he was grabbing him on both sides now holding him tight.
"John... can I move?" It was torture, taking it this slow, and John had no idea how much this was killing him to try to be human, to do this like John did.
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Date: 2018-02-08 06:54 pm (UTC)"John... can I move?" It was torture, taking it this slow, and John had no idea how much this was killing him to try to be human, to do this like John did.