His right arm twitched in hopelessness. XXX “Do you feel better now?” he asked softly, kissing his lips chastely. “My,” he pleaded, using his brother’s childhood nickname, “I need you. His older brother thrust into him for several long moments after Sherlock came, head moving to bite at his neck roughly before finally releasing inside of him. Sherlock shivered at the warmth that filled him. You’re lucky I’m always prepared, Sherlock. The eldest Holmes pulled Sherlock into a punishing kiss and began pounding into him, gripping his hips tightly as he nipped at his already bloody lips. Sherlock reciprocated the ferocity of the kiss, though letting his brother lead, allowing him full access to him (as if there were anything left to take.) He moaned with
