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[docwithablog]

the first | action
the second | random scenario
the third | action
the fourth | texting
the fifth | action
the sixth | action
the seventh | shipping picture prompt
the eighth | action
the ninth | texting
the tenth | texting
the eleventh | action
the twelfth | texting
the thirteenth | action
the fourteenth | texting
the fifteenth | action
the sixteenth | action
the seventeenth | action (unfinished)

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[docwithablog]

[ The taste of Sherlock lingers, clinging to the back of his tongue, the roof of his mouth and he licks his lips a couple of times as the other man pulls him close, flush up against his front. His cock is positively aching where it slips up against his lower abdomen and John shifts from foot to foot while Sherlock coats his palm in soap and reaches down between them, curling his fingers around the shaft. The heat of his hand, practically burning the both of them up, right, at least that's what it feels like, makes him sigh out in a very genuine show of relief and he eases into the most comfortable position he can with Sherlock's chin resting on his shoulder, turning his own head slightly to press his forehead against the side of the other man's face.

His strokes are long and even and he runs his thumb over the bared head on every upturn which is, to be quite frank, bloody amazing and the soap makes all movement slippery and smooth, John's hips quickly falling into a rhythm of pushing forward, in against the other man's palm, thrust, thrust, thrust. Christ, it's so good.

The damp mist makes every place where they touch moist and slick and the sound of Sherlock's hand, skin against skin, slapping together wetly, fills the quiet between them along with John's harsh breathing, in, out... His eyes have fallen shut at this point, he's just pushing back against Sherlock in every way that matters and he's so close, so close, so close. Honestly, he was close while sucking Sherlock off, this is just extra, for God's sake.

A loud groan as he angles himself a bit and Sherlock touches him just fucking so and everything is white behind his eyelids for a moment. So close. A shuddering inhalation: ]

Shit, Sherlock...