The man’s long limbs weighed him down, an inaudible command to stay right where he was.
John tried to speak up but suddenly Sherlock nipped at his neck and he quieted immediately, the protest draining from his form.
The medicinal poultice worked wonders; there was only a dull ache from his ankle and he was incredibly sleepy.
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John awakened in slight pain, the ankle throbbing angrily. Other than the ankle, he was incredibly comfortable cuddling against a hot form. He turned into the form, careful of his ankle and nuzzled against it sleepily, still half asleep.
There was a deep throaty purr that practically vibrated John and he awakened fully to see miles of muscled neck.
He blushed and tried to untangle himself from the man but his ankle vehemently protested with a sharp reminder.
“You should be grateful that your ankle needs it’s bandaging changed. I would have had you just now, if not.” The King murmured gently untangling himself from John and heading towards the workbench.
John drifted between consciousness until he felt a light tug on his blankets, revealing his bare legs.
While Sherlock changed the bandages, he let out a hum as he felt those long fingers on his skin.
The fingers spread their trails up his shin, on either knee, to his thighs. John could not help but release several soft sighs and noises in appreciation.
An elegant nose nudge his cheek. The baritone voice made John shiver. “ It’s getting more difficult to hold myself back John. The consummation of taking on a mate is extremely important…”
John moved his head and brushed his lips against the plush lower lip of Sherlock’s, cutting him off. John kissed him shyly, body held unnaturally still, not knowing what to do.
Sherlock gave a small grunt, leaning into the kiss, pressing his waist between John’s legs and stretching out on top of the blond.
John gave a startled gasp, her legs trying to snap closed, but they were blocked by the lean muscle of Sherlock. They breathed each other’s air for a moment, both pairs of eyes closed.
The dark haired man’s voice rumbled in his chest. “ Don’t surprise me like that, again, John. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if I break my concentration.
[Fill] 5/? Lord of the Forest/Virgin John
The man’s long limbs weighed him down, an inaudible command to stay right where he was.
John tried to speak up but suddenly Sherlock nipped at his neck and he quieted immediately, the protest draining from his form.
The medicinal poultice worked wonders; there was only a dull ache from his ankle and he was incredibly sleepy.
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John awakened in slight pain, the ankle throbbing angrily. Other than the ankle, he was incredibly comfortable cuddling against a hot form. He turned into the form, careful of his ankle and nuzzled against it sleepily, still half asleep.
There was a deep throaty purr that practically vibrated John and he awakened fully to see miles of muscled neck.
He blushed and tried to untangle himself from the man but his ankle vehemently protested with a sharp reminder.
“You should be grateful that your ankle needs it’s bandaging changed. I would have had you just now, if not.” The King murmured gently untangling himself from John and heading towards the workbench.
John drifted between consciousness until he felt a light tug on his blankets, revealing his bare legs.
While Sherlock changed the bandages, he let out a hum as he felt those long fingers on his skin.
The fingers spread their trails up his shin, on either knee, to his thighs. John could not help but release several soft sighs and noises in appreciation.
An elegant nose nudge his cheek. The baritone voice made John shiver. “ It’s getting more difficult to hold myself back John. The consummation of taking on a mate is extremely important…”
John moved his head and brushed his lips against the plush lower lip of Sherlock’s, cutting him off. John kissed him shyly, body held unnaturally still, not knowing what to do.
Sherlock gave a small grunt, leaning into the kiss, pressing his waist between John’s legs and stretching out on top of the blond.
John gave a startled gasp, her legs trying to snap closed, but they were blocked by the lean muscle of Sherlock. They breathed each other’s air for a moment, both pairs of eyes closed.
The dark haired man’s voice rumbled in his chest. “ Don’t surprise me like that, again, John. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if I break my concentration.