John watched Sherlock while he sat in front of his laptop, the ghostly glow illuminating his features to perfection.
“God, you look sexy when you’re incognito.”
Sherlock fixed his gaze upon John’s lips. “Nonsense, John quit being dramatic. Being off the grid doesn’t alter my appearance.”
“Oh yeah?” John then bent down and began to nibble on his neck.
“Stop it, John, I’m trying to work.”
“So, am I,” John whispered, flicking his tongue in and out of Sherlock’s ear.
Sherlock pulled away. “John, quit it.”
“Make me,” John challenged, running his fingers across Sherlock’s nubs, playing with them until they hardened.
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