such_a_bad_man
You know... That guy.
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Sherlock's eyes drifted closed as Iara spoke. He pictured a cat striding carefully but confidently across the top of a fence. He'd seen many over his life and they never felt out of control. Watching Iara, he hoped her control was something he might learn. He fingers at the back of his head made him groan again, the tingles of it sweeping up and down his body. "I've been denying myself too long..." he admitted, growing intoxicated by the sensations he was feeling.