[ Even if Sherlock isn't closing his eyes, Bradbury is, partly because he doesn't want to go cross-eyed trying to look at someone so close, mostly because it just doesn't feel right to keep them open. Of course, nothing is right about this situation in the first place, so it's too little, too late.
But is this enough? The niggling worry lurks at the back of his mind. He certainly wouldn't classify this as making out. Hell, he thinks kissing a wall would be more sexual than this. So after a few heartbeats where he hesitates, turning the question over in his mind, he finally gives up and does what comes naturally.
Which is to say, he rudely and without warning sticks his tongue in. ]
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But is this enough? The niggling worry lurks at the back of his mind. He certainly wouldn't classify this as making out. Hell, he thinks kissing a wall would be more sexual than this. So after a few heartbeats where he hesitates, turning the question over in his mind, he finally gives up and does what comes naturally.
Which is to say, he rudely and without warning sticks his tongue in. ]