"D'mnt... J'hn...." He grunted, trying to sound annoyed but really sounding more desperate than anything else. He was sore, he was sticky, and he wanted to sleep.
And yet, there was no way he could deny that he really wanted to remind John that that had been a one time thing, and that he was the one in charge.
The arm that wasn't draped over John spread his arse cheeks just a little, and Sherlock pushed his semi-hard cock between the cheeks, not towards his entrance but perpendicular, like he was putting a hot dog into a bun.
He rubbed his cock between John's cheeks a few times, his length thickening with each short little pass.
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Date: 2018-04-05 04:26 pm (UTC)And yet, there was no way he could deny that he really wanted to remind John that that had been a one time thing, and that he was the one in charge.
The arm that wasn't draped over John spread his arse cheeks just a little, and Sherlock pushed his semi-hard cock between the cheeks, not towards his entrance but perpendicular, like he was putting a hot dog into a bun.
He rubbed his cock between John's cheeks a few times, his length thickening with each short little pass.