Sherlock100 Table 1/100 #44 Circle
Title: Circle
Characters: Sherlock/John
Prompt: Circle #44
Word Count (if fiction): 570
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sherlock/John/Vibrator
Spoilers: Not really ^.^
Author's Notes: Don't own, but really love it. ^,^
If John thought Sherlock’s hands were masterfully pleasant, and the greatest orgasm tools he’d ever come across, he was in for quite a shock when the detective pulled out his little sex kit full of gadgets and toys. Including, one silver bullet attached to a wire and a remote.
John lay there, watching Sherlock carefully set out his tools as he prepared for the next bit of play. John was already sweating and light-headed from Sherlock’s ministrations moments earlier, but now he was very much curious about what the man was planning for him next.
Sherlock grinned an evil, cat-like smile as he lunged forward with the silver bullet. John gripped the bed sheets lightly as he felt Sherlock prodding and examining his lower half. Sherlock moved John’s legs a little further apart, and began to shift the bullet, slicked with lube, inside of John. He carefully positioned the device as John began to stroke his erection absently.
Sherlock’s eyebrows lifted as he found what he was looking for, the position given away by John’s little gasp as he felt something inside of him react.
Snick.
John felt it. It was like warmth and tingling and just oh god yes, yes this! He threw his head back as the little machine did its faithful work, eliciting feelings that he’d never quite achieved before. Sherlock was very diligently watching his device, watching John’s face and his body moving around on the bed. John grabbed for Sherlock’s shoulder, trying to bring the man on top of him, to kiss at his neck, to put a fist into his hair, but Sherlock leaned back, just out of John’s grasp with a teasing smile.
John fell back against the bed, the denial frustrating his mouth and his fingers. He wanted to let go of some of the tension, to have it drip out of his body and do nasty things to Sherlock, but he was refused. Instead, he gripped the pillow at his side with one hand and curled his toes into the mattress, while his other hand was busy curling around his hard cock.
Snick. And now Sherlock was moving the bullet. Around and around inside of John, contacting different spots, and always coming back to rest against his prostrate for a tantalizing few moments before pulling back. Round and round back and forth until John thought that he would go insane.
“Shit, oh shit!” John cried. “Nononono, too much too much, Sherlock Sherlock, oh my god!”
John had to let go of his erection, unable to stand any more stimulation than he was getting. That’s when Sherlock’s idle hand began to stroke swooshing lines across his belly. John swatted him away, scrunching his eyes closed against the onslaught of pleasure as it built more and more, nearly unbearable.
Now Sherlock was on top of him, sucking at his neck, biting at his ear, one hand caressing the side of his face.
With an almighty bellow, John came in hot white streaks of pain pleasure pain pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure.
He lay back gasping on the bed. Sherlock kissed him once and then rolled over nimbly to lay at his side.
Once John had managed to drift away from the misty world of post-orgasm, he turned to Sherlock with a look of amazement. Before he could say anything at all, Sherlock beat him to it. “My turn. Blindfold, ball gag, under-the-bed restraints.”
Characters: Sherlock/John
Prompt: Circle #44
Word Count (if fiction): 570
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sherlock/John/Vibrator
Spoilers: Not really ^.^
Author's Notes: Don't own, but really love it. ^,^
If John thought Sherlock’s hands were masterfully pleasant, and the greatest orgasm tools he’d ever come across, he was in for quite a shock when the detective pulled out his little sex kit full of gadgets and toys. Including, one silver bullet attached to a wire and a remote.
John lay there, watching Sherlock carefully set out his tools as he prepared for the next bit of play. John was already sweating and light-headed from Sherlock’s ministrations moments earlier, but now he was very much curious about what the man was planning for him next.
Sherlock grinned an evil, cat-like smile as he lunged forward with the silver bullet. John gripped the bed sheets lightly as he felt Sherlock prodding and examining his lower half. Sherlock moved John’s legs a little further apart, and began to shift the bullet, slicked with lube, inside of John. He carefully positioned the device as John began to stroke his erection absently.
Sherlock’s eyebrows lifted as he found what he was looking for, the position given away by John’s little gasp as he felt something inside of him react.
Snick.
John felt it. It was like warmth and tingling and just oh god yes, yes this! He threw his head back as the little machine did its faithful work, eliciting feelings that he’d never quite achieved before. Sherlock was very diligently watching his device, watching John’s face and his body moving around on the bed. John grabbed for Sherlock’s shoulder, trying to bring the man on top of him, to kiss at his neck, to put a fist into his hair, but Sherlock leaned back, just out of John’s grasp with a teasing smile.
John fell back against the bed, the denial frustrating his mouth and his fingers. He wanted to let go of some of the tension, to have it drip out of his body and do nasty things to Sherlock, but he was refused. Instead, he gripped the pillow at his side with one hand and curled his toes into the mattress, while his other hand was busy curling around his hard cock.
Snick. And now Sherlock was moving the bullet. Around and around inside of John, contacting different spots, and always coming back to rest against his prostrate for a tantalizing few moments before pulling back. Round and round back and forth until John thought that he would go insane.
“Shit, oh shit!” John cried. “Nononono, too much too much, Sherlock Sherlock, oh my god!”
John had to let go of his erection, unable to stand any more stimulation than he was getting. That’s when Sherlock’s idle hand began to stroke swooshing lines across his belly. John swatted him away, scrunching his eyes closed against the onslaught of pleasure as it built more and more, nearly unbearable.
Now Sherlock was on top of him, sucking at his neck, biting at his ear, one hand caressing the side of his face.
With an almighty bellow, John came in hot white streaks of pain pleasure pain pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure.
He lay back gasping on the bed. Sherlock kissed him once and then rolled over nimbly to lay at his side.
Once John had managed to drift away from the misty world of post-orgasm, he turned to Sherlock with a look of amazement. Before he could say anything at all, Sherlock beat him to it. “My turn. Blindfold, ball gag, under-the-bed restraints.”