“What does the rest of you taste like?” His voice sounds raw to his own ears. Sherlock’s not used to all these inconvenient feelings associated with sex. Feelings are difficult, heartbreaking, consuming. But he’d known the moment he saw John’s compact body moving assuredly through that crowd of drunken fools, that John would be more than a one off fuck in the loo. Or he’d at least hoped. Feelings are probably unavoidable at this point.
“Why don’t you oh god find out?” John’s head falls back as Sherlock tongues over the fading bruise on his neck. “Yeah, keep doing that, that’s – that’s very good.”
Sherlock laves at his throat, dragging his tongue roughly over his Adam’s apple, pressing into the hollow of his jaw, sucking warm raspberry flavoured skin between his teeth. The vague grit of glitter spreads across his palate as he trails his tongue down to circle around one pink nipple. John shivers against him, and twists his fingers in his hair. ♡
Commission for anigrrrl2 ! Based on her electrifying story “Distractions”, which you guys can all read here 🙂
It was requested that the gold booty shorts and combat boots make it in there 😉
OH MY GODDDDDDDD
ITS SO AMAZING AND PERFECT AND INCREDIBLE AND OH MY GODDDDDD
I AM LEGITIMATELY CRYING
YOU ARE AMAZING