I posted my 100th fic on AO3!
In a Hundred Years Time – Sherlock never did have a good sense of when it was appropriate to have a shag.
teaser below the cut
Sherlock stepped behind John and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I want to suck you off.”
To his credit, John kept the look of commiseration on his face. He quickly excused himself, pulling Sherlock to the side of the room. “We buried your great-aunt Margaret an hour ago. This isn’t the time or place.”
“I’m bored,” muttered Sherlock.
John pinched the bridge of his nose. He already felt out of place here in the grand Holmes estate. Mycroft had insisted he come, no doubt hoping he would control his younger brother. The aforementioned younger brother squeezed his arm. “Come upstairs.”
Sighing, John turned and followed him, throwing an apologetic look at Mycroft. He rolled his eyes and turned to speak with another dusty relative.