No, John hadn't agreed, and he certainly didn't think that it would be an issue that would be pressed again any time soon, so he put it out of his mind. Apparently, Sherlock had other ideas.
He continues to strain, trying, and failing, to ignore the breath against his neck that's making his grip weaker by the second and the stars he's seeing in front of his eyes. He can't help but to let out another quiet whimper. Struggling is becoming more difficult by the second, oh but if he taps out now, he'll never hear the end of it from him.
But there's something odd about the way Sherlock's got him down, and it takes a moment for him to sort out where it was coming from. Oh Christ, he's got... John taps the floor -- pounds on it, really, and through a strained voice says, "Uncle! Uncle! I've had enough, let me up!" This is too weird now, and it doesn't help that Sherlock's own treatment of him had him... well, uncomfortable was a mild word for it.
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He continues to strain, trying, and failing, to ignore the breath against his neck that's making his grip weaker by the second and the stars he's seeing in front of his eyes. He can't help but to let out another quiet whimper. Struggling is becoming more difficult by the second, oh but if he taps out now, he'll never hear the end of it from him.
But there's something odd about the way Sherlock's got him down, and it takes a moment for him to sort out where it was coming from. Oh Christ, he's got... John taps the floor -- pounds on it, really, and through a strained voice says, "Uncle! Uncle! I've had enough, let me up!" This is too weird now, and it doesn't help that Sherlock's own treatment of him had him... well, uncomfortable was a mild word for it.