in response to this.
No seriously, John only had about three pairs of red pants and one of those pairs is resting on the refrigerator and another..
Well, another pair has settled rather near the purpling head of Sherlock’s cock, the red fabric wrinkled and well used and John really has no idea what Sherlock wants him to do with them. John knows what he wants to do with them—
wants to shove them between those full lips, giving Sherlock something to mouth as John eats him out, nose buried into the cream-white cheeks, tongue tasting and teasing…
wants to tie them around those delicate wrists, binding skilled hands as John sucks him down, swallows around the head and strokes his tongue across the shaft, tip dipping beneath the foreskin and drawing out sounds John has never had the pleasure of hearing…
—John pulls his jumper the rest of the way over his head and decides.
Your turn teh-kita, enjoy~