● Tabula Rasa by EventHorizon
Lestrade let his grin spread wide and treated himself to John’s cup of tea since the doctor had been frozen like an ice carving for the last several minutes. Sherlock’s brother. That suave, bespoke piece of temptation was Sherlock Holmes’s brother. Which would make him Mycroft Holmes. Now that was a name… perfect for moaning when sliding around on silk sheets, bathed in candlelight…
“Stop picturing my brother in an erotic fashion! John! Help me… I am losing touch with consciousness…”
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