I’m always happy to help a friend in need, friend. And you definitely sounded needy
Oh, that’s an accurate description. Needy – just like when Sherlock has been wearing lingerie under his suit all day and him and John eventually get home…
Needy – like the sound John makes when he sees Sherlock in his silky, blue dressing gown, stockinged legs, and knows exactly what’s lying beneath the silk.
Or the way Sherlock whimpers when John hesitates, to draw it out, after he pulls the suspender straps so that when he eventually lets them go they snap against his ass…
or the way John licks into him, getting his hole all slick and sloppy before slipping his finger inside to make room for his needier cock…
Sherlock is always at his most vocal when rimming is involved… He holds his cheeks open with desperate, white knuckled fingers while he begs and pleads with John;
“God, John, fuck me, please, please fuck me. I need it, John, please….”
John gets off on every single sound Sherlock makes, drinking it like a dying man in a desert. The sounds he makes while getting eaten out are nothing compared to the ones that he makes once john finally –finally!– stops teasing him open and slides his hot, hard cock in him.
He’ll lean over him and growl in Sherlock’s ear, “how do you always know what I need before I do? Gorgeous, brilliant creature, you,” before giving Sherlock what they both need.
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