Sherlock 100 14/100 #33 Too Much
Title: Tickles
Characters: Sherlock/John
Prompt: Asexual!Sherlock loves being tickled, and doesn't in the least mind that it turns on Sexual!John.
Bonus points for bondage to prevent squirming away.
Word Count (if fiction): 732
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Exactly as the prompt seys ^^
Spoilers: First season
Warnings: Kinky not-sex
Disclaimer: Don't own Sherlock or John.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“We are both benefiting from the situation, we are both consenting, what’s the problem?”
“Well…I mean…”
“John, I’m already tied down. It will take a considerable effort to untie me at this point without first having profited from the situation.”
John looked at his eccentric flatmate, unable to quell his growing arousal at seeing the inestimable Sherlock Holmes trussed up neatly on the floor, stripped down to his underwear, at John’s mercy. John had perfected his rope-tying skills over the years with many of his inclined partners, and had made short work of hog-tying Sherlock to himself, even as the man had feigned a struggle. Now, with Sherlock on his stomach, wrists cinched tightly to ankles, John was having second thoughts. Mostly the fact that Sherlock wasn’t interested at all in John other than a means to a kinky, self-satisfying end was what had John’s conscience and self-respect in limbo.
But then, just as John was about to call it off, Sherlock shifted and his butt wiggled.
John jabbed his skilled fingers into Sherlock’s sides, digging in between Sherlock’s ribs. The reaction was immediate. Sherlock started yelling like John could imagine a five-year-old Sherlock being tickled might have. Sherlock’s knee instinctively swung out, trying to push John away, but John simply stopped tickling with one hand to hold Sherlock’s legs in place.
“Noooo!” Sherlock wailed like a dramatic person dying. John switched to fingering Sherlock’s neck, which caused Sherlock to shrug his shoulders up in an effort to hide his neck like a turtle. All of Sherlock’s screams and yelps (Mrs. Hudson was far, far away, which was the only reason they could do this insanity) descended into laughter like John had never heard before. Tears were pricking at Sherlock’s eyes and his face turned red and he wriggled and strained against the ropes that John had tied so masterfully.
John let go of Sherlock’s legs and jabbed at the sides of his belly in frenetic motions. Sherlock squealed and rolled onto his back, away from John. John followed him, nimbly straddling Sherlock’s waist. He had to hide Sherlock’s gloriously exposed lower half from himself. Otherwise, he could very well go mad.
John shook his head, unable to stop himself thinking about Sherlock’s knees pulled back under him, his chest out, his arms straining underneath, legs spread, delicate, pleasurable parts on display.
He tickled Sherlock with a new ferocity, just for being so damn irresistible.
Sherlock started coughing and choking on his laughs. “Stop stop stop!” he cried, his face transformed into a manic grin.
John didn’t stop, but gave a reminder. “You know the word you have to say if you want me to stop or to switch.”
A desperate, nearly pleading Sherlock cried, “Switch! Switch!”
John wished he hadn’t asked him for that, but knew he had to honor their rules. He stopped tickling and stared down at a gasping, glowing Sherlock. John climbed off soon after and rolled him back onto his stomach.
SMACK. John’s hand slapped Sherlock on the arse. Sherlock’s fingers clenched right above the spot John had hit. His body language threatened a wiggle or another turn over, so John place his right hand firmly on the small of Sherlock’s back to hold him down, and spanked him again. John didn’t pull any punches, so to speak, determined to punish Sherlock for arousing him so much, and generally being a big, sexy cock tease.
Sherlock made little grunts and whimpers every time John’s hand connected with his back side or thighs. The noises were driving John mad and if he didn’t have a fear of missing a garbled safe word, he might’ve gagged him.
Imagining Sherlock with a massive ballgag shutting him up just made John even closer to the brink of coming in his shorts. Never in all his history of kinky partners had John enjoyed deviance so much.
A hard THWACK against Sherlock’s arse made him emit a sharp yelp, followed by “Switch!”
John turned Sherlock onto his back again, this time getting a divine eyeful of stretched muscles and restrained genius. He met Sherlock’s eyes, which were full of question and anticipation. He slowly moved down to Sherlock’s legs, keeping eye contact the entire time.
Sherlock’s lower jaw dropped as he realized John’s intention. “No, John! Please, not my feet!!”
John smiled evilly. “Oh, yes. Your feet.”