And here Lestrade had thought the eye-fucking was hot. But tonight he has them all to himself, Sherlock and John naked as the dawn in the midst of their own flat, kissing while he watches.

Sherlock/John/Lestrade.  460 words.  Consensual voyeurism.

Michi was lamenting the lack of Papa Greg fic, so I figured I’d better finally post this.

BBC Sherlock fic: Guest Chair

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