Sherlock squeezed John's hand, mind in a tailspin as John inhabited all of his senses. Somehow it was better this time, perhaps in part because his mind was not simply settled on the concept but actively driving him in the pursuit of pleasure. John had likened the atmosphere of the place to an aphrodisiac and the deeper into the carnal call he let himself slip, the more Sherlock had to agree. This wasn't normal for him. It was like enjoying a high with the additional bonus of eventual orgasm. He liked it perhaps more than he should have but only slightly less than he did the assurance that he was in complete possession of John's heart, mind, soul and body.
Sherlock cut off their kiss to duck his lips to John's neck, teeth bared and sinking in roughly to mark him visibly as his lips closed to suck, tongue innocent in its penitent licks. His John. His now and forever and obvious so that even the most idiotic would have to know. He belonged to Sherlock.
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Sherlock cut off their kiss to duck his lips to John's neck, teeth bared and sinking in roughly to mark him visibly as his lips closed to suck, tongue innocent in its penitent licks. His John. His now and forever and obvious so that even the most idiotic would have to know. He belonged to Sherlock.