by John Watson MD Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:09 am
John made the mistake of looking at Sherlock, running his eyes up and down, his friend was sweaty, his cheeks were red, his body was toned and tense, his arousal was proud and leaking, considering for how long he had wanted to see Sherlock in exactly this position, it was a miracle he wasn't coming right there.
"God," he muttered, trying to be strong, gripping at Sherlock's thighs so tight he surely was leaving bruises.
"You'll regret this, Sherlock," he hissed, gripping his hips to guide Sherlock up a bit, then one hand reached in between them and he was holding his arousal up, ready to push into Sherlock. "It's going to hurt... but I won't stop," he muttered, his eyes still burning as he looked at him.
"Don't move," he ordered, and he pushed his tip in, gasping at the tight feeling. God, he was going to hurt Sherlock, he was so bloody tight. Guilt and lust only made him feel more turned on though.
He gripped his hips again then, pulling Sherlock down and impaling him completely in a swift thrust, there was no point in waiting when he was going to hurt him anyway. He was only glad they had put some lube on him before.