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He hummed, taking a near painful hold on his chin. “On your knees, incubus.”
Lazarus winced slightly at the hold, dropping to his knees, still shivering.
”Good boy.” Sherlock wasn’t one to be ‘giving,’ today. So poor Lazarus might get the brunt of a bit of pent up anger. “How do fancy a go around, love?”
“A..a what?” Lazarus asked, staring up at him with those evergreen eyes, cheeks flushed.
”Would you like to be fed or not, love?”
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Lazarus uttered a strangled sound, hands tangling themselves in the other man’s hair. “S-Sherlock!”
The precum was quickly licked away with something close to a moan coming from the younger male, is tongue roaming over...