[Somehow, bafflingly, this angle seems even more intimate. His fingers buried in deeper, curled gently within. The way her hips move to rub against his erection, which throbs in time with his heartbeat.
And the sounds she makes — by god, he wonders if he should be so lucky to always win those noises in the far flung future. And Sholmes certainly isn’t the type to give true mind to the upholstery, even in normal circumstances, so he can’t be bothered to care right now about something so mundane, with the exception that this must please her enough to ruin (exaggeration) his chaise.
His heart catches in his throat, still beating fast. The idea of her love feels so, so poignant, and yet this version of himself has not yet earned it. This is a sentiment reserved for his future, but maybe he can be selfish enough to appreciate it now, all the same.]
I— ahh.
[Heavens, her thigh. More attention to his cock that craves it so much, he can’t help but fumble his sentence in an inelegant way.]
I— I can see how I would grow to feel the same for someone such as yourself… God, this feels like a dream.
[It’s his turn to hitch his hips up — rubbing against her thigh, and pressing in completely with his fingers inside of her.]
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And the sounds she makes — by god, he wonders if he should be so lucky to always win those noises in the far flung future. And Sholmes certainly isn’t the type to give true mind to the upholstery, even in normal circumstances, so he can’t be bothered to care right now about something so mundane, with the exception that this must please her enough to ruin (exaggeration) his chaise.
His heart catches in his throat, still beating fast. The idea of her love feels so, so poignant, and yet this version of himself has not yet earned it. This is a sentiment reserved for his future, but maybe he can be selfish enough to appreciate it now, all the same.]
I— ahh.
[Heavens, her thigh. More attention to his cock that craves it so much, he can’t help but fumble his sentence in an inelegant way.]
I— I can see how I would grow to feel the same for someone such as yourself… God, this feels like a dream.
[It’s his turn to hitch his hips up — rubbing against her thigh, and pressing in completely with his fingers inside of her.]