Slowly, he exhales, trying to be in the moment-- Sherlock's fingers on his cock and burning him deliciously with cold from the touch on his hip-- without becoming overwhelmed by it.
At every moment, he's fighting the urge to thrust into his hand, and keep thrusting, and beg him to go faster.
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Just a little longer.
Slowly, he exhales, trying to be in the moment-- Sherlock's fingers on his cock and burning him deliciously with cold from the touch on his hip-- without becoming overwhelmed by it.
At every moment, he's fighting the urge to thrust into his hand, and keep thrusting, and beg him to go faster.