Sherlock HoMinglitterburnFebruary 3 2013, 16:22:50 UTC
“You must agree, my dear Shim, that the case in which we find ourselves embroiled is rather fascinating!”
Changmin sighs and sits back on the squabs of the Hansom cab as it rolls over the cobbled streets. Yunho describes every case as ‘fascinating’, even when it’s not. Changmin has a veritable repository of alternate words he’d prefer to utilise, such as ‘disgusting’ or ‘tedious’ or ‘deranged’, but he can never bring himself to utter any of these descriptors simply because he cannot bring himself to dim the light of enthusiasm that shines so readily from his companion when they embark on yet another of these infernal investigations.
“Fascinating,” Changmin agrees, keeping his tone dry.
Yunho gives him a bright-eyed look. “Why, Changminnie, I do declare you seem a trifle wearied by this business.”
“Not at all.” Changmin stifles a yawn. “I am only too eager to assist you in your endeavours at gone three in the morning. Am I to conclude that you know the identity of the murderer?”
“Alas, not yet.” Yunho frowns and juts out his bottom lip, and then he smiles. “However, I’m certain I’ll have deduced the truth of the matter by the time we arrive at our destination.”
Changmin sits a little straighter on the seat. “Are we going to discuss the particulars of the case?”
“Indubitably.” Yunho bounces from the squabs opposite and snuggles up to Changmin. As usual, Yunho has left the house without a hat. No gentleman is fully dressed without a hat, as Changmin is wont to remind him, but then Yunho is not often a gentleman, as evidenced by his current pursuit, viz. unbuttoning Changmin’s trousers and squirming a hand inside.
“My very dear Dr Shim,” Yunho breathes in Changmin’s ear, hand working the burgeoning length of Changmin’s dick, “I find the distraction of taking you in hand has a meritorious effect on my mental capacity.”
“Hrmm,” Changmin says, trying to keep still as Yunho strokes him.
“If I review the facts of this case, I notice a number of discrepancies,” Yunho tells him. “I also cannot help but notice how eager you are for my touch. You’re leaking a veritable rivulet. But to continue: The Persian rug had been lifted from the scene of the crime and placed in the conservatory. Only a philistine would expose a seventeenth century silk rug to fading by locating it in a glasshouse, therefore we must conclude that the rug was important. Blood spatter, perhaps? But never mind. More pressing concerns are at hand...”
“Yes.” Changmin closes his eyes and thrusts into Yunho’s grip.
“The keys, too-I hope you noticed the keys.” Yunho sounds thoughtful, the speed of his stroke increasing. “I noticed tiny flakes of rust, and a scrape on the inside of the key ring, which suggests that a key was removed quite recently. And there was rather a large amount of candle wax on the dining table. Also, a copy of yesterday’s Times had been left out with the crossword filled in incorrectly. The answer to six across was definitely not ‘matelot’.”
“Oh,” Changmin gasps, heat gathering in his balls and lust flushing his entire body. The cab judders over a particularly rough section of cobblestones and he almost spends. “Oh, Yunho, hurry.”
Yunho huffs a sigh and nips at Changmin’s earlobe. “My dearest, it’s elementary. I’ve worked it out.”
“Oh God,” Changmin moans, and comes all over Yunho’s hand.
“Yes,” Yunho says a moment later, licking Changmin’s seed from his fingers. “It’s obvious, really. It was Colonel Mustard, in the drawing room, with the lead pipe.”
“Glad to be of assistance,” Changmin says when he can catch his breath.
Looking enormously pleased with himself, Yunho leans out of the cab window. “Driver, take us home!”
Re: Sherlock HoMindiagonFebruary 3 2013, 17:13:05 UTC
*phnargh*
That incoherence above is purely because I'm imagining them both in Georgian gentleman's attire.
But the idea that Yunho can deduce the case details and deliver a handjob simultaneously is just as delicious as the way all specific thought dribbles out of Changmin's brain when he's on the receiving end of Yunho's intellect.
Re: Sherlock HoMinlolistar73February 3 2013, 21:21:05 UTC
:O I *just* finished reading Doyle's Study in Scarlet lol I love how verbose Yunho was - I almost had to pause and bring out a dictionary! Smart!Yunho is surprisingly hot. And lololololol the Clue reference at the end - I was totally caught off guard. Any excuse will do to get into Changminnie's pants, eh? lol
Re: Sherlock HoMingreyrosesinjuneFebruary 4 2013, 01:24:06 UTC
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So I've been craving Sherlock lately and of all the prompts you filled the one I secretly wanted you to fill in the most. AND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FANTABULOUS. I love smart!Yunho and his ability to multitask and his vocabulary is such a turn-on. And the Sherlock-ness of the entire thing ("- it's elementary." Guh, feels.) Dr. Shim is a lucky, lucky man. Also love the Clue reference at the end.
Re: Sherlock HoMinglitterburnFebruary 4 2013, 18:56:30 UTC
You're welcome :D I have a not-so-secret weakness for RDJ's Sherlock and Yunho would have the same frenetic energy, and I'm sure Changmin could be even more withering than Jude Law XD
Re: Sherlock HoMingreyrosesinjuneFebruary 5 2013, 01:32:12 UTC
YESSS. RDJ's Sherlock is awesome, although I really love Benedict Cumberbatch's version too. And omg Watson, because yes, I can totally see Changmin being an awesome snarky Watson. :DDD
Changmin sighs and sits back on the squabs of the Hansom cab as it rolls over the cobbled streets. Yunho describes every case as ‘fascinating’, even when it’s not. Changmin has a veritable repository of alternate words he’d prefer to utilise, such as ‘disgusting’ or ‘tedious’ or ‘deranged’, but he can never bring himself to utter any of these descriptors simply because he cannot bring himself to dim the light of enthusiasm that shines so readily from his companion when they embark on yet another of these infernal investigations.
“Fascinating,” Changmin agrees, keeping his tone dry.
Yunho gives him a bright-eyed look. “Why, Changminnie, I do declare you seem a trifle wearied by this business.”
“Not at all.” Changmin stifles a yawn. “I am only too eager to assist you in your endeavours at gone three in the morning. Am I to conclude that you know the identity of the murderer?”
“Alas, not yet.” Yunho frowns and juts out his bottom lip, and then he smiles. “However, I’m certain I’ll have deduced the truth of the matter by the time we arrive at our destination.”
Changmin sits a little straighter on the seat. “Are we going to discuss the particulars of the case?”
“Indubitably.” Yunho bounces from the squabs opposite and snuggles up to Changmin. As usual, Yunho has left the house without a hat. No gentleman is fully dressed without a hat, as Changmin is wont to remind him, but then Yunho is not often a gentleman, as evidenced by his current pursuit, viz. unbuttoning Changmin’s trousers and squirming a hand inside.
“My very dear Dr Shim,” Yunho breathes in Changmin’s ear, hand working the burgeoning length of Changmin’s dick, “I find the distraction of taking you in hand has a meritorious effect on my mental capacity.”
“Hrmm,” Changmin says, trying to keep still as Yunho strokes him.
“If I review the facts of this case, I notice a number of discrepancies,” Yunho tells him. “I also cannot help but notice how eager you are for my touch. You’re leaking a veritable rivulet. But to continue: The Persian rug had been lifted from the scene of the crime and placed in the conservatory. Only a philistine would expose a seventeenth century silk rug to fading by locating it in a glasshouse, therefore we must conclude that the rug was important. Blood spatter, perhaps? But never mind. More pressing concerns are at hand...”
“Yes.” Changmin closes his eyes and thrusts into Yunho’s grip.
“The keys, too-I hope you noticed the keys.” Yunho sounds thoughtful, the speed of his stroke increasing. “I noticed tiny flakes of rust, and a scrape on the inside of the key ring, which suggests that a key was removed quite recently. And there was rather a large amount of candle wax on the dining table. Also, a copy of yesterday’s Times had been left out with the crossword filled in incorrectly. The answer to six across was definitely not ‘matelot’.”
“Oh,” Changmin gasps, heat gathering in his balls and lust flushing his entire body. The cab judders over a particularly rough section of cobblestones and he almost spends. “Oh, Yunho, hurry.”
Yunho huffs a sigh and nips at Changmin’s earlobe. “My dearest, it’s elementary. I’ve worked it out.”
“Oh God,” Changmin moans, and comes all over Yunho’s hand.
“Yes,” Yunho says a moment later, licking Changmin’s seed from his fingers. “It’s obvious, really. It was Colonel Mustard, in the drawing room, with the lead pipe.”
“Glad to be of assistance,” Changmin says when he can catch his breath.
Looking enormously pleased with himself, Yunho leans out of the cab window. “Driver, take us home!”
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That incoherence above is purely because I'm imagining them both in Georgian gentleman's attire.
But the idea that Yunho can deduce the case details and deliver a handjob simultaneously is just as delicious as the way all specific thought dribbles out of Changmin's brain when he's on the receiving end of Yunho's intellect.
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So I've been craving Sherlock lately and of all the prompts you filled the one I secretly wanted you to fill in the most. AND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FANTABULOUS. I love smart!Yunho and his ability to multitask and his vocabulary is such a turn-on. And the Sherlock-ness of the entire thing ("- it's elementary." Guh, feels.) Dr. Shim is a lucky, lucky man. Also love the Clue reference at the end.
Thank you for writing! <3
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