In which I'm slightly naughty at work and in public...
...because I simply can't look at this users' manual anymore right now, even though I have about 1k pages left and I have to know it by 1:00 tomorrow afternoon. 0_o
The Five Acts Meme (Round 2)
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- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes you liked to read about in your journal. Inspiration can be found here. At the ( Read more... )
The Five Acts Meme (Round 2)
hosted by toestastegood
- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes you liked to read about in your journal. Inspiration can be found here. At the ( Read more... )
Looking down, he realized the source. Sherlock was...he was, he was actually nuzzling John's crotch. And doing a damn good job of it too.
John went to move his hands. He tried to tell himself it was so he could push Sherlock away, but really, honestly, deep down he knew it was so he could grab Sherlock's curls and pull him in closer.
His hands wouldn't move though. Tilting his head up made everything swim even faster, but it did let him see the thick rope keeping his hands attached to a metal pipe.
"How the hell did you get out?" he asked Sherlock indignantly, the drugged slur taking a lot of the punch out of his words.
"My brilliance," Sherlock replied. "Also I think I might be magic." He let out an honest-to-god giggle, which made John snort with laughter, which made Sherlock laugh, but given that his head was still in John's crotch, John stopped laughing pretty quickly and started moaning instead.
"I deduct you like that then," Sherlock said with a proud grin. His long fingers unzipped John's pants and reached inside, finding their target easily. John shuddered, his head arching backwards as he writhed under Sherlock's touch. His arms strained under the pull as he tried to touch himself, or Sherlock, or just grab hold of something to keep himself together, but he couldn't move a muscle.
"Bloody hell," he gasped out, and then Sherlock lowered his mouth to John, and John was undone, actually snapping a rope straight through as he came down.
Panting, gasping for breath, he lifted his head to find Sherlock grinning proudly at him. "Definitely magic," Sherlock said with a satisfied nod.
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Seriously, SERIOUSLY.
How in the world did they get into this predicament, I wonder? :-) That's one way to get out of restraints...
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