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John looks up at him. "Sick, are we?" he asks.
Pale pink lips pull up in a smirk. Sherlock leans against the door, eyes bright with intent. "Oh, yes, Doctor Watson," he says, one pale hand running down his chest and brushing crudely between his legs. "Very."
John raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he asks, swirling his chair around so he can look at him properly. "What's your predicament?"
Sherlock stalks towards him, slipping his scarf off his neck and flinging it on the desk as he does so, all easy grace and slender limbs, before placing his palms on either side of John's chair and leaning down so he can whisper in John's ear. "I've been so hard all day, doctor," he says, finishing it off with a slow lick behind John's ear.