A/N: Hello, people!
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Sherlock stared. Sherlock salivated. Sherlock was breathless.
John looked scrumptious. Edible. Ready to be devoured.
All that leather and the way he held his gun.
It was a case, like always. They were in disguise. John looked really good in leather.
And it was tight in the most delicious of places.
Then they shared a post case giggle.
Sherlock's gaze traversed the lines of John's leather clad form. His mind and body sang a similar tune when they returned home and John pulled him into a steamy kiss.
He whispered hoarsely into John's ear, "Fuck me with the leather on."
A/N: Done!
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