Her gaze meets his, her mouth and hands never stopping for a second, and it's too much. The sound he makes is strangled and breathless and hot; his spine curves as the shuddering overtakes him.
For a long, long moment it's like all Sherlock's body knows how to do is come, pleasure crashing through him in hard bright bursts.
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For a long, long moment it's like all Sherlock's body knows how to do is come, pleasure crashing through him in hard bright bursts.