[Clears throat and shuffles feet awkwardly] I’m well aware you’ve quite a bit of sexual experience, but I have none and there’s really only one logical choice for who should take my virginity, isn’t there?
[Blinks, surprised] Are you sure you want this?
At the gentle touch, Sherlock’s entire focus was instantly tuned into the warmth and weight of John’s hand. He stared at their hands, liking the way they fit together, John’s resting on top of his own. “We’ll go on another date, then. I would like that,” he replied, his blush deepening.
John skimmed the pad of his thumb on the hand below his own. “It might snow this weekend,” he smiled. “Dress warmly, yeah?”
Sherlock smirked. “Shouldn’t I be telling you that? You’re the one who had to borrow my scarf last time, because you didn’t wear yours. The scarf you still haven’t given back, even though it’s in Slytherin colours.”
“I look good in green,” he teased a smile. “I’ll give it to you now if you want to come up with me,” he offered.
Sherlock’s smirked turned into a full smile. “You look good in anything. You can keep the scarf. I have another one.”
...I need your help.
My help? With what exactly?
Sherlock pushed himself up on his elbows and appraised his double with a smirk. “Of course it will. I hope you’re not going to keep me waiting much longer.”
There was a moment where Sherlock considered refusing, because even his narcissism had to have a limit. The opportunity was far too intriguing to dismiss, however, so he finally smirked a bit more broadly and continued the swift, methodical removal of his clothing.
Sherlock watched as each item of clothing was removed. He was only in his pants, so it was becoming quite obvious how much he was enjoying the reveal of the other’s familiar body and the anticipation of what was going to happen next.
So I went to the source link, got the images and made them bigger and…
goodbye friends I am gone