Revenge is Best Served Hot

I can’t stop thinking about you. Your mouth, Sherlock. Jesus.





I’ve been half hard all day, thinking about you. You’re probably still in those dammed pajama bottoms aren’t you? Those things are so flimsy I could probably suck you off though the fabric. Should I try?



I’d like to try. Push you against the wall and suck your cock through the cotton, get it nice and wet.



Sherlock lets out a low whimper reading John’s words. Is this how he plans to repay his shower fun this morning? If so, he’s all for it.