John just needs to be dommed on days when he’s particularly truculent and curmudgeonly; after a day at the clinic when he’s told a child that he needs to stop running about every day as if he’s got “a decent pair of lungs when you can barely breathe as it is,” and when he barrels into passersby on the commute home. It’s then that he needs someone to thwack him out of his poor attitude and push his physical limits to the brink, make his arms and legs hurt like hell, make his whole body thrum; someone who can make him time how much longer it’ll take before he can just sink to his knees and collapse, and someone who’ll rub away all those aches and pains John’s got, inside and out. And afterward, infallibly, that someone will glide into him after a thorough hot fingering and press-thrust-fuck John Watson right up to orgasm, and right down to dreamland.
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