Enlightening Mistakes

“Sherlock! Lestrade is downstairs in our sitting room!” he whispered. He wished he’d managed to sound harsher than he did. As it was, he sounded more intrigued than abashed.

Sherlock’s hand slid between them, gently cupping John’s balls and half-hard cock through his pyjamas. “Then we should be quick. Shouldn’t keep a guest waiting,”