[ The sensitivity shouldn't have surprised John, who wasn't new at this and knew pretty well that Sherlock must be, but with the gasp, he hesitates. He knows what the general next step here is, but would it be good? Would it be right? The last person he'd ever seen kiss Sherlock was Irene Adler, but never like this. And she'd hurt him, hadn't she? She'd tried to toy with him and use him - John could safely say he'd never do that. This was just... he didn't know what this was. A one-time thing, a curiosity, an area he never planned to encroach upon, but was sincerely indulging in while it lasted. It was odd, and yet, it seemed to work, like everything else did. They could go back, though, right?
John sucked slowly on that lower lip, drew the tip of his tongue across it once, and stepped closer. He kissed Sherlock full on the mouth again, open this time. He could feel the fingertips tickling across the back of his neck and his breath hitched for them. Yes, alright. ]
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John sucked slowly on that lower lip, drew the tip of his tongue across it once, and stepped closer. He kissed Sherlock full on the mouth again, open this time. He could feel the fingertips tickling across the back of his neck and his breath hitched for them. Yes, alright. ]