Posted on February 24, 2014He was being loud on purpose, John could tell. He knew that Sherlock knew that just down the hall the members of the Diogenes Club would be sat in silence, unable to ignore the rumbling groans and explicit moans of the detective as John kissed up his throat and ground their fully-clothed lower halves together. He should stop this silliness; this inappropriate, childish behaviour. No matter how much he loved the noises Sherlock made.. Well, he supposed it would serve Mycroft right for being late.
