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Continuation of Sherlock and John destroy life, the universe and everything and fix it with lots of sex.
R-18+ (sexytimes)
Sherlock stilled and just let the pleasure wash over him, taking panting breaths as he came. John followed soon after, and he whimpered softly at the feeling of all the space inside him filled by John. It was brilliant. John pulled back all too soon, and he groaned at the sudden loss of him.
"I'm fine." he insisted, though he figured John would have to take his allotted time of worrying about him, so he just laid still and let him look him over. He squirmed a bit under the attention of John's fingers and the feeling of John's seed dripping out of him, his fingers clenching at the sheets with a whine of "Ahh, John." Everything still felt so good, even though he had thought all the pleasure was already wrung from him.
He relaxed when John stopped and let his legs fall back to the bed, wrapping his arms around him as John climbed over him. He kissed him eagerly, trying to follow his lips even as John pulled back to start kissing his chest. He was unable to pull his gaze away from John's face, watching transfixed as he started to lick him clean. It was an impossibly arousing sight, and the urge to just keep fucking for as long as they possibly could was strong in his mind. When John was finished and tried to decide what they should do now, Sherlock found himself at somewhat of a loss. It really didn't matter do him as long as John stayed close. "Whatever you like." he murmured, stroking John's hair.
R-18+ (sexytimes)
Sherlock stilled and just let the pleasure wash over him, taking panting breaths as he came. John followed soon after, and he whimpered softly at the feeling of all the space inside him filled by John. It was brilliant. John pulled back all too soon, and he groaned at the sudden loss of him.
"I'm fine." he insisted, though he figured John would have to take his allotted time of worrying about him, so he just laid still and let him look him over. He squirmed a bit under the attention of John's fingers and the feeling of John's seed dripping out of him, his fingers clenching at the sheets with a whine of "Ahh, John." Everything still felt so good, even though he had thought all the pleasure was already wrung from him.
He relaxed when John stopped and let his legs fall back to the bed, wrapping his arms around him as John climbed over him. He kissed him eagerly, trying to follow his lips even as John pulled back to start kissing his chest. He was unable to pull his gaze away from John's face, watching transfixed as he started to lick him clean. It was an impossibly arousing sight, and the urge to just keep fucking for as long as they possibly could was strong in his mind. When John was finished and tried to decide what they should do now, Sherlock found himself at somewhat of a loss. It really didn't matter do him as long as John stayed close. "Whatever you like." he murmured, stroking John's hair.