[John does pause at his name, turns his gaze toward the back of Sherlock's head. This is such a... how do the people in charge here hope to ever induce someone to get on with things if this isn't even their kink? Is there some sort of assessment before throwing them in here? Is this Sherlock's kink? It's certainly not John's. He's not really in the mood to be kink-shaming right now if it is, but there are dark thoughts in his mind about just how much these people seem to know about them. The doctor would like to know how they know.]
I don't think there are enough curtains to tie together to get us down to the ground.
[In spite of himself, John keeps his hand down in his lap, slowly rubbing the heel of his palm along the line of his cock beneath his jeans. It's not exactly sexy talk here, planning an escape, but it's much less viscerally unpleasant than the rest of what his mind has been supplying.]
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I don't think there are enough curtains to tie together to get us down to the ground.
[In spite of himself, John keeps his hand down in his lap, slowly rubbing the heel of his palm along the line of his cock beneath his jeans. It's not exactly sexy talk here, planning an escape, but it's much less viscerally unpleasant than the rest of what his mind has been supplying.]