"John..." Sherlock moaned. His hand gripped John tighter, leaving bruises on his hips that were going to linger for days, he knew.
Sherlock leaned down, grasping John and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The man was hot and heavy between his own legs, dripping down onto the floor under him. He used John's own pre and the lube that was already on his fingers to stroke John with no friction.
He fought hard not to go hard and heavy inside of John.. he could already feel his bollocks tightened against his body.. He was close, so very close now. He needed to spill inside of John, to mark the man, to make then whole once again.
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Date: 2018-02-08 10:04 pm (UTC)Sherlock leaned down, grasping John and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The man was hot and heavy between his own legs, dripping down onto the floor under him. He used John's own pre and the lube that was already on his fingers to stroke John with no friction.
He fought hard not to go hard and heavy inside of John.. he could already feel his bollocks tightened against his body.. He was close, so very close now. He needed to spill inside of John, to mark the man, to make then whole once again.