John opened his eyes and kept them downcast at the floor. He was gasping and struggling. It was hard not to give in and look up. But he wanted to please Sherlock. He wanted to show that he could do this.
He whined and dug his nails into his thighs. He swore he was going to draw blood.
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Date: 2018-03-07 05:06 am (UTC)He whined and dug his nails into his thighs. He swore he was going to draw blood.