[ John gently nudges Sherlock to turn towards him, slipping an arm around the other man's waist and leaning up to press his face into that long, pale neck.
He kisses the skin, his way of silently saying to Sherlock that he had nothing to be afraid of. John had chosen him and would be with him as long as he wanted him to. ]
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He kisses the skin, his way of silently saying to Sherlock that he had nothing to be afraid of. John had chosen him and would be with him as long as he wanted him to. ]