[ Bradbury rolled his eyes, a gesture largely lost when his face was pressed against Sherlock. ]
Thick enough. It'll go faster if you don't bitch about it.
[ Pointedly, but it's not actually telling him to stop talking. And Sherlock's right: it does keep him from thinking too hard about it. He can make the bondage jokes when their dicks aren't less than a foot away from each other.
He finally saws through, the grunt of triumph more felt than heard as he gingerly undoes the bindings on his wrists. ] There we go. Your turn.
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Thick enough. It'll go faster if you don't bitch about it.
[ Pointedly, but it's not actually telling him to stop talking. And Sherlock's right: it does keep him from thinking too hard about it. He can make the bondage jokes when their dicks aren't less than a foot away from each other.
He finally saws through, the grunt of triumph more felt than heard as he gingerly undoes the bindings on his wrists. ] There we go. Your turn.