Here you go, perverts.
‘Abroad? You’re in Dublin.’ Sherlock lost his train of thought somewhat as John started to unbutton the jeans he had on. ‘It’s hardly abroad.’
Sherlock lifted his eyebrows as John marched over to his laptop and bent down over it. Only the bottom of his mouth and his muscular arms and chest were visible as he typed in his usual excruciatingly slow manner, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. Sherlock’s toes curled.
You wanted Skype porn, I’ll give you Skype porn.
It’s all Livia’s fault anyway. :P
As with all my PWPs, D/s themes.