/gets you a happy tag so you won't leave me! xDmightbebloggingFebruary 18 2012, 05:48:14 UTC
John smirked in dry amusement at Sherlock's cheeky retort, but did not stop kissing him. He loved feeling the reverberations of the other man moaning against his lips, and that, along with the arms wrapping around his neck and the fingers in his hair helped him decide that the massage could be at least temporarily over for the moment. Ceasing said massage, he moved that hand down to grab onto Sherlock's leg and pull it over to his other side so that the other man was straddling his lap. The weight was a welcome presence, and indeed almost like having a rather overgrown cat on his lap. Of course, Sherlock was very much not a cat, but a rather seductive, gorgeous, full-grown man, and he would eventually drive the good doctor practically wild. Sighing softly against that kiss, he moved his hands down the other's back before settling around his narrow waist.
"I'm spoiling you, I think," he countered thoughtfully, after pulling away just a little bit to arch his brow at him. "The world's only consulting detective, reduced to an affectionate, cuddly mess thanks to Three Continents Watson." Now he was teasing, of course, and while he didn't like others to use or know of that old nickname, it didn't matter so much with Sherlock. It was a source of a good laugh for them, anyway. "Mind you, this was for your own good - bet you don't have a headache any longer, hm?" He half-grinned a bit, reaching up to kiss Sherlock's forehead briefly. "But... I suppose I feel a little guilty about keeping you from working on your experiments, or keeping myself from blogging and finding us a new case."
I could never leave you my love! (well except that one time for three years :D;;)shutupimageniusFebruary 21 2012, 04:20:18 UTC
Sherlock was enjoying the kiss far too much to want to stop it, and he was glad John appeared to feel the same. He smiled against his lips when he felt his hand on his leg, eagerly adjusting himself per John's direction to settle in his lap. He leaves his arms in place around him, leaning into him and mussing his hair a little as he kissed him.
He smirked at John's words accompanied with that quirk of his brow. "You always spoil me." he reminded, chuckling softly at John's nickname. He rather liked that name, and it definitely suited John. "I wonder what your army mates would say if they knew how well you've settled into domesticity." he teased, humming happily as John kissed his forehead. His eyes glinted mischievously when John acted as though he might end this little encounter prematurely. "Oh, I don't think you're quite done yet. I'm sore all over, you know." He was exaggerating a bit, but his back actually was twinging a bit since he'd been sitting in the same position for hours hunched over a microscope. "Do you take walk-in appointments, doctor?" he asked playfully, tugging at the first few buttons of his shirt to slowly and deliberately expose more skin. "I could really use some tending to." he added suggestively, wanting to feel John's hands all over him and not just in his hair.
...in which I get you more tags because I misses our play, bb! <333mightbebloggingFebruary 26 2012, 03:22:24 UTC
"I think many of my army mates would be a bit domesticated themselves, with their respective partners, and they'd to well to remember I'm still capable of putting up a good fight when I need to," he returned with a dry half-grin. "Or don't you remember I've got a pretty good right arm?" Of course, Sherlock had asked John to punch him, right before he'd punched him first, so really, he'd literally been asking for it. Good thing they were past all that, of course, and had moved on to much more affectionate ways of showing their, well, affection. No more reading between the lines of subtext.
John chuckled in amusement as Sherlock laid out his mischievous plans so teasingly, opening his shirt up a bit and exposing just a glimpse of that pale, delicious skin. "Oh, so is that how it's going to be then? Playing doctor? If I'd known how much you liked this, I would've brought home my kit and done it much more often." As he teased, he was already leaning forward to help unbutton that one of many designer shirts the other man owned. Much as these irritating buttons got in the way sometimes when all he wanted to do was rip Sherlock's clothing off and just tear into him... he couldn't deny the fact that the man wore the shirts quite well. All he had to do was put on these shirts, or a pair of tight-fitting jeans, and any plans of trying to go out for dinner were usually delayed, or forgotten altogether to be traded for much more... strenuous activities in the comfort of their flat.
John leaned forward to kiss Sherlock's neck gently as he worked at unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders. Another kiss pressed to his shoulder, then he arched his brow back up at the man. "Actually, you should know I take my job very seriously, though. Meaning I'll be giving you a proper massage first... and there will be no trying to distract me. " He pretended to be firm, of course, lightly stroking his fingers down that lean torso, now bare before him. "Afterwards... is a different matter, and we'll see." John half-grinned lightly. "And I do have some oils in the bedroom we can use, too - and the bed, as well. Lord knows you've been needing a good massage for a while now, anyway. You're get much too tense, love."
Sherlock smirks right back as John speaks, knowing far too well that John is eternally a soldier and will always put up a good fight. He settles into John's lap, his grin turning lustful at the memory of John being all tough and manly when he tackled him to the ground. "I could hardly forget, Captain." he purred, his kink for John playing the authoritative soldier not exactly a secret.
He hummed in the affirmative when John asked about his plans, hoping to find a way to combine both his doctor and soldier kink in one go. "You should do this more often, though it may be made difficult for me to ever let you leave the house if you did." He gave over the task of getting his shirt off to John, moving his own fingers to work at opening John's shirt in turn. He was well aware of the effect his wardrobe had on John, and indeed exploited it quite often. He would certainly rather spend his evenings curled up with him in bed than leave the flat for anything, really. Well, maybe for a case, and that was still a big maybe.
His eyes fell shut in complete bliss as John's lips found his neck, tilting his head to give him unfettered access. He shrugged out of the shirt as directed, feeling a faint shudder of simultaneous chill and anticipation as he did. He hummed again in dreamy agreement as John speaks and runs his fingers over his torso in that way that would make Sherlock agree to practically anything. He opened his eyes in time to see that grin on John's face, smiling right back at him as he laid out his plans. "I agree. Come on, then." he said, grabbing John's hands to drag him standing with him and tug him to the bedroom eagerly.
Oh look, a HAPPY SEXY THREAD. :DmightbebloggingMarch 2 2012, 03:18:58 UTC
"I see nothing wrong with ever leaving the flat again, if it meant having lots and lots of sex with my incredibly sexy boyfriend," John smirked back. He didn't know when he'd slipped into calling Sherlock his 'boyfriend,' because even that common term didn't fit their very uncommon relationship. He always felt they had so much more than just some regular couple did, gay or heterosexual. Soul-mates? He liked to think so, yes. What he felt for Sherlock, and the connection he felt they shared went beyond dictionary words. Some nights, when he woke up for some reason or another, and the other man was still asleep, he just watched him in awe and wonder that what they had was real. It seemed too good to be true sometimes.
John chuckled in quiet amusement when the other man eagerly pulled him up and hurried him off to what had become their bedroom some time ago. The promise of touching the other's incredibly gorgeous body still got him weak at the knees and made him tremble in anticipation. He rather hoped that never really changed, the wanting and desiring of each other. Once they were there, he gently pushed Sherlock back onto the bed, leaning briefly in between his legs to kiss him as he slid the shirt off his shoulders. His own shirt joined that one on the back of a chair. Sighing softly through his nose into the kiss, he had to force himself to break away, arching his brow pointedly.
"Massage first," he reminded them both, as his hands unbuckled Sherlock's trousers. Once all item of clothing was gone, he nodded towards the bed, giving those lips one last kiss. "On your stomach, on the bed." Now was the time to be professional, and perhaps even let a bit of that soldier and ordering kink shine through for Sherlock's benefit. He was eager to try the massage oils out, and hoped it was a successful experiment for the consulting detective, who he did think could benefit with a bit less tension in his body. Keeping his own trousers on for the time being, John would then apply a decent amount of oil to his hands, then straddle Sherlock's thighs, one folded leg on either side. Rubbing his hands together, he lowered his hands to that gorgeous back, and began, working on his upper back and shoulders first, swiping talented fingers as he eased out knots of tensions.
John's words cause Sherlock's face to break into one of his smiles that was completely genuine and unguarded; the kind he saves just for him. Being a boyfriend was a title he never imagined he'd ever hold, and now that he did, it was something he enjoyed quite a lot for the sheer novelty of it. It made him feel like a teenager, like he was making up for lost time and experiences right here with John, including the giddy thrill one gets when being referred to as a boyfriend. He still retained that what he had with John was impossible to define, but it was still fun to try. Soul-mates was the closest they'd came so far, he thought.
Sherlock practically sprinted to their room in his enthusiasm, only ever getting this excited when he was with John like this or when they were on a case together. There's a rather vulpine grin on his face when John pushes him to the bed, leaning up on his elbows the better to smirk at him and lift his chin smugly, able to see what John was going to do well before he climbed over him and kissed him. He leans up into the kiss eagerly, running his hands up John's now bared chest to curve around his shoulders.
He gives a disappointed little whine when John pulls back, letting himself fall back to the bed with a huff. He's grinning again when John's hands move to his trousers, obligingly lifting and wiggling his hips a bit to help John in getting the rest of his clothes off. He happily returns the kiss, smirking when John orders him about. "Yes, sir." he purrs, lazily rolling over and clambering up the bed to do as he was told, resting his head on the pillow and watching John in interest over his shoulder. He gives a pleased hum when John straddles him, groaning and relaxing when John's hands start to work their magic. Any thoughts he may have had or anything he was going to say in this particular moment were gone in favor of a drawn out 'mmmmnn' sound.
"Now, let's see if we can work out a bit of that tension, eh, love?" he asked cheekily, with a half-grin. John absolutely loved Sherlock so compliant and lazy like this. As much as he loved being impressed by the clever deductions and the way he could be such a whirlwind, he liked these moments, too. John placed Sherlock's arms up just over his head there on the bed, then slowly ran his oiled hands up the top of those arms, all the way until his hands slid over the other's hands, and fingers slid between fingers. He pressed his stomach down over his back, covering his body for that moment... and quite unable to suddenly resist, professional or not, he placed a few kisses and then nips to Sherlock's ear, letting his warm breath wash over his skin. "Good, darling?" he practically purred into his ear, kissing his earlobe again. It was already obvious to him that he wouldn't be able to do this for very long and not become aroused. He still wore his boxer shorts, but the material was thin, for the most part. But he had every intention of kneading Sherlock into a completely relaxed state before taking him completely. With that, he slid back and sat up, his hands working the knots and tension out of Sherlock's shoulders and his neck, running his fingers just so into the back of his curly haired head.
John continued down his back, fingers feeling down along his spine and the sharp angles and softer edges as he worked the tension out, and all the way down to his lower back. Straddling Sherlock's thighs, he moved his hands down along the man's lower back... then leaned down to press a kiss on his right buttock. "Have I told you lately how perfectly shaped your arse is?" he murmured more praise during the somewhat erotic massage. There had been no hope of this massage staying professional, not when he had his lover spread out, naked before him.
Sherlock hums in the affirmative as he gets comfortable, more than ready to feel John's hands all over him. He lets John adjust his position as he sees fit, sighing complacently as he feels his hands work up his arms to his fingers, smiling as he laced their fingers together. He gave his hands a gentle squeeze, exhaling dreamily when John rests his body over his, feeling so perfectly warm and absolutely adored in this moment. His eyelids flicker with a slight hitch in his breath when John kisses and nips his ear, the warm breath of his words on his neck making him shudder faintly in response. "More than." he breathes a simple reply, never expecting that this would be a simple massage by any stretch. Not when they were both naked or next-to-naked and John was turning him into a puddle of compliant goo with every motion of his supremely -almost unfairly- talented fingers.
He groaned as John's hands really started work on him, the tension that had gathered in his shoulders and back eased away within moments. He smirks when John kisses him on the arse, opening an eye to peer at him in lazy amusement. "Mmn. I don't believe so." he replied teasingly because John was constantly complimenting him on something or another, and his arse seemed to be one of his very favorite things to praise. "Feel free to raise your quota as you see fit." he added, more than happy to hear that just as often as John cared to say it. He nuzzles the pillow in unadulterated bliss, reveling in every moment John's fingers tended to him.
*hides in the sexy happy post* <333mightbebloggingMarch 15 2012, 03:11:17 UTC
John chuckles low at Sherlock's teasingly smug words, and he shakes his head once. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he murmurs, moving his lips over to kiss the man's other perfect buttock, letting his skilled hands move down to his thighs, massaging and squeezing. Christ, this giving a professional massage to the almost unfairly beautiful man was turning out to be much more difficult that he would have thought. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised, of course - no sane person could do this without getting at least a little hot and bothered. Seeing as how they'd been engaging in sexual activities for some time now, it made sense that there was a nice bulge in his trousers were his erection already strained to be free. John only smirked slightly at himself, because he really wasn't that annoyed at this quick outcome. But he also prided himself in having more than just a little bit of control as far as his libido went. It wasn't easy, when his desire for Sherlock basically never fully left him, but he wasn't exactly a sex-crazed teenager anymore. He could bide his time, and know it would all be worth it in the end.
...but, there was no rule that said he couldn't tease his lover mercilessly in the process. The thought brought a smug smile of his own playing about the corners of his lips, and grasping hold of Sherlock's legs, he part them just so, just enough to do what he had in mind. This wasn't exactly part of the massage - that is, not the professional massage it might have been - but that was alright. Nosing gently into Sherlock's perfect bum, he slipped his tongue along the line of his crack, licking downward at an almost painfully slow pace, before pausing where the skin became puckered at that point of entry, even though the muscles were closed. He stuck just the tip of his tongue on Sherlock's hole, teasing by licking all around the skin for a moment, humming in thoughtful contentment... before slowly pushing his tongue inside.
Gnnghh *fans self*shutupimageniusMarch 15 2012, 13:46:25 UTC
Sherlock grinned at John's reply, replying with another low hum of satisfaction when he places another kiss on his arse while his fingers knead his thighs so perfectly. If he wasn't so enamored with John's touch, he may have fallen asleep with how relaxed he was. Sleeping wasn't an option at this point though, not when John's breath on his neck had succeeded in getting him half-aroused already. His touch alone did wonders as well, just the feeling of those strong and capable hands on him filling him with thoughts of all the other things those hands were so good at. He also could see the clear signs that this was affecting John as well whenever he'd open an eye to peer back at him, and just knowing how much he was affecting him aroused him all the more. He tried his best to halt any of the more arousing thoughts going through his head, wanting to let John get through the massage first, at least.
Though, of course, John would make it impossible. He spread his legs for him in lazy compliance, ready for John to continue the massage and certainly not expecting what happened instead, which was to feel John utilizing his tongue directly on his most sensitive area. He gasped a little at the first contact, glancing over his shoulder at him with pupils blown wide in arousal. He groaned lowly as John started that painfully slow pace, just teasing him and succeeding in arousing the hell out of him. He was panting hard against the pillow already, spreading his legs as much as possible and lifting his hips a bit on trembling knees. A shudder wracked him as John hummed like that, moaning loudly when he finally pushes his tongue inside him. "Oh, doctor." he breathed, still trying to keep up their game. "You're very thorough." he purred, his fingers and toes curling as John's tongue moved so perfectly inside him.
All the sounds and movements that Sherlock was making wasn't helping in the area of John controlling his own libido and rate of arousal. His own pupils were blown and dark soon, and he knew there was no stopping that. Just seeing the other man looking all beautiful and gorgeous like this was enough to drive him wild with desire and lust for him. He wondered at how just doing this to him - teasing him with his tongue, pushing into him and licking him like this - felt like it could make him come without even putting a hand to himself. He couldn't help but grin at Sherlock's purred comments, and he had to pull out to chuckle low. "Didn't you know?" he asked in a teasingly playful murmur as he stroked Sherlock's thighs. "This is now included in a full body massage and you, my dear, are entitled to the entire experience. I'll expect a very nice tip after ward." It was always fun when he had the chance to be smug over the consulting detective, and the upper hand was his.
But no more words were said from him for a moment, however, because the erotic torture was far from over. He pressed his lips against Sherlock's bum once more, licking the skin before pushing his tongue in once more and moving it around just a bit in a sort of swirling motion. He did not move a hand down to Sherlock's own straining need there between his spread legs, keeping his hands instead around his thighs, squeezing and massaging them. It would have been interesting to see if he could make Sherlock come with his tongue alone, but he pulled out, deciding to go for a different tactic. He replaced his tongue with a finger, stretching and opening Sherlock's body up as he reached for that precise spot that drove the man wild. The incredible warmth and tightness of his lover had his breathing and pulse quickening as well, even though he had hardly exerted himself. All the while, his erection strained almost painfully at his trousers, as if knowing it was this close to burying itself deep into a tight place of sheer pleasure. It was doubtful John's clothes would remain on the lower half of his body for much longer. A moment later he added another finger, when he knew the man was ready for it and could take it.
It barely took a few moments of John's ministrations to take Sherlock from zero to aroused as all hell, trembling under him as his heart thumped hard and fast in his chest. He groaned as John's tongue drove him nearly mad with lust, half-thinking (because there was certainly no full-thinking going on at this point) that he could come just from this alone and that it would be utterly glorious. He whines insistently when John pulls out to murmur those teasing words, mewling needfully at the arrogant tone of his voice that was somehow insufferable and arousing at the same time.
He had a reply to that, he was sure he did. A good one, too. Whatever it was was flung from his head, however, when John's tongue maneuvered its way inside of him again, eliciting a low growl of approval as it did. He gripped hard at the pillow, choked-off gasps and moans falling from his lips at every little movement of John's tongue. He made another grumble of disappointment when John removed his tongue yet again, though it turned to a husky moan when he felt John's finger start to probe inside of him instead. He pushed back against his finger in wanton need for more, gasping when he brushed against his prostate just a bit. There's no keeping him quiet at this point, wordless grunts and groans with the occasional breathless utterance of 'John!' filling every moment John works him open. He cries out with a massive shudder as John inserts another finger, so very ready for the added digit and more. "Yesss." he hisses in pleasure, pressing back against him as much as he can with another moan at the sensation.
"I'm spoiling you, I think," he countered thoughtfully, after pulling away just a little bit to arch his brow at him. "The world's only consulting detective, reduced to an affectionate, cuddly mess thanks to Three Continents Watson." Now he was teasing, of course, and while he didn't like others to use or know of that old nickname, it didn't matter so much with Sherlock. It was a source of a good laugh for them, anyway. "Mind you, this was for your own good - bet you don't have a headache any longer, hm?" He half-grinned a bit, reaching up to kiss Sherlock's forehead briefly. "But... I suppose I feel a little guilty about keeping you from working on your experiments, or keeping myself from blogging and finding us a new case."
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He smirked at John's words accompanied with that quirk of his brow. "You always spoil me." he reminded, chuckling softly at John's nickname. He rather liked that name, and it definitely suited John. "I wonder what your army mates would say if they knew how well you've settled into domesticity." he teased, humming happily as John kissed his forehead. His eyes glinted mischievously when John acted as though he might end this little encounter prematurely. "Oh, I don't think you're quite done yet. I'm sore all over, you know." He was exaggerating a bit, but his back actually was twinging a bit since he'd been sitting in the same position for hours hunched over a microscope. "Do you take walk-in appointments, doctor?" he asked playfully, tugging at the first few buttons of his shirt to slowly and deliberately expose more skin. "I could really use some tending to." he added suggestively, wanting to feel John's hands all over him and not just in his hair.
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John chuckled in amusement as Sherlock laid out his mischievous plans so teasingly, opening his shirt up a bit and exposing just a glimpse of that pale, delicious skin. "Oh, so is that how it's going to be then? Playing doctor? If I'd known how much you liked this, I would've brought home my kit and done it much more often." As he teased, he was already leaning forward to help unbutton that one of many designer shirts the other man owned. Much as these irritating buttons got in the way sometimes when all he wanted to do was rip Sherlock's clothing off and just tear into him... he couldn't deny the fact that the man wore the shirts quite well. All he had to do was put on these shirts, or a pair of tight-fitting jeans, and any plans of trying to go out for dinner were usually delayed, or forgotten altogether to be traded for much more... strenuous activities in the comfort of their flat.
John leaned forward to kiss Sherlock's neck gently as he worked at unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders. Another kiss pressed to his shoulder, then he arched his brow back up at the man. "Actually, you should know I take my job very seriously, though. Meaning I'll be giving you a proper massage first... and there will be no trying to distract me. " He pretended to be firm, of course, lightly stroking his fingers down that lean torso, now bare before him. "Afterwards... is a different matter, and we'll see." John half-grinned lightly. "And I do have some oils in the bedroom we can use, too - and the bed, as well. Lord knows you've been needing a good massage for a while now, anyway. You're get much too tense, love."
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He hummed in the affirmative when John asked about his plans, hoping to find a way to combine both his doctor and soldier kink in one go. "You should do this more often, though it may be made difficult for me to ever let you leave the house if you did." He gave over the task of getting his shirt off to John, moving his own fingers to work at opening John's shirt in turn. He was well aware of the effect his wardrobe had on John, and indeed exploited it quite often. He would certainly rather spend his evenings curled up with him in bed than leave the flat for anything, really. Well, maybe for a case, and that was still a big maybe.
His eyes fell shut in complete bliss as John's lips found his neck, tilting his head to give him unfettered access. He shrugged out of the shirt as directed, feeling a faint shudder of simultaneous chill and anticipation as he did. He hummed again in dreamy agreement as John speaks and runs his fingers over his torso in that way that would make Sherlock agree to practically anything. He opened his eyes in time to see that grin on John's face, smiling right back at him as he laid out his plans. "I agree. Come on, then." he said, grabbing John's hands to drag him standing with him and tug him to the bedroom eagerly.
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John chuckled in quiet amusement when the other man eagerly pulled him up and hurried him off to what had become their bedroom some time ago. The promise of touching the other's incredibly gorgeous body still got him weak at the knees and made him tremble in anticipation. He rather hoped that never really changed, the wanting and desiring of each other. Once they were there, he gently pushed Sherlock back onto the bed, leaning briefly in between his legs to kiss him as he slid the shirt off his shoulders. His own shirt joined that one on the back of a chair. Sighing softly through his nose into the kiss, he had to force himself to break away, arching his brow pointedly.
"Massage first," he reminded them both, as his hands unbuckled Sherlock's trousers. Once all item of clothing was gone, he nodded towards the bed, giving those lips one last kiss. "On your stomach, on the bed." Now was the time to be professional, and perhaps even let a bit of that soldier and ordering kink shine through for Sherlock's benefit. He was eager to try the massage oils out, and hoped it was a successful experiment for the consulting detective, who he did think could benefit with a bit less tension in his body. Keeping his own trousers on for the time being, John would then apply a decent amount of oil to his hands, then straddle Sherlock's thighs, one folded leg on either side. Rubbing his hands together, he lowered his hands to that gorgeous back, and began, working on his upper back and shoulders first, swiping talented fingers as he eased out knots of tensions.
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Sherlock practically sprinted to their room in his enthusiasm, only ever getting this excited when he was with John like this or when they were on a case together. There's a rather vulpine grin on his face when John pushes him to the bed, leaning up on his elbows the better to smirk at him and lift his chin smugly, able to see what John was going to do well before he climbed over him and kissed him. He leans up into the kiss eagerly, running his hands up John's now bared chest to curve around his shoulders.
He gives a disappointed little whine when John pulls back, letting himself fall back to the bed with a huff. He's grinning again when John's hands move to his trousers, obligingly lifting and wiggling his hips a bit to help John in getting the rest of his clothes off. He happily returns the kiss, smirking when John orders him about. "Yes, sir." he purrs, lazily rolling over and clambering up the bed to do as he was told, resting his head on the pillow and watching John in interest over his shoulder. He gives a pleased hum when John straddles him, groaning and relaxing when John's hands start to work their magic. Any thoughts he may have had or anything he was going to say in this particular moment were gone in favor of a drawn out 'mmmmnn' sound.
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John continued down his back, fingers feeling down along his spine and the sharp angles and softer edges as he worked the tension out, and all the way down to his lower back. Straddling Sherlock's thighs, he moved his hands down along the man's lower back... then leaned down to press a kiss on his right buttock. "Have I told you lately how perfectly shaped your arse is?" he murmured more praise during the somewhat erotic massage. There had been no hope of this massage staying professional, not when he had his lover spread out, naked before him.
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He groaned as John's hands really started work on him, the tension that had gathered in his shoulders and back eased away within moments. He smirks when John kisses him on the arse, opening an eye to peer at him in lazy amusement. "Mmn. I don't believe so." he replied teasingly because John was constantly complimenting him on something or another, and his arse seemed to be one of his very favorite things to praise. "Feel free to raise your quota as you see fit." he added, more than happy to hear that just as often as John cared to say it. He nuzzles the pillow in unadulterated bliss, reveling in every moment John's fingers tended to him.
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...but, there was no rule that said he couldn't tease his lover mercilessly in the process. The thought brought a smug smile of his own playing about the corners of his lips, and grasping hold of Sherlock's legs, he part them just so, just enough to do what he had in mind. This wasn't exactly part of the massage - that is, not the professional massage it might have been - but that was alright. Nosing gently into Sherlock's perfect bum, he slipped his tongue along the line of his crack, licking downward at an almost painfully slow pace, before pausing where the skin became puckered at that point of entry, even though the muscles were closed. He stuck just the tip of his tongue on Sherlock's hole, teasing by licking all around the skin for a moment, humming in thoughtful contentment... before slowly pushing his tongue inside.
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Though, of course, John would make it impossible. He spread his legs for him in lazy compliance, ready for John to continue the massage and certainly not expecting what happened instead, which was to feel John utilizing his tongue directly on his most sensitive area. He gasped a little at the first contact, glancing over his shoulder at him with pupils blown wide in arousal. He groaned lowly as John started that painfully slow pace, just teasing him and succeeding in arousing the hell out of him. He was panting hard against the pillow already, spreading his legs as much as possible and lifting his hips a bit on trembling knees. A shudder wracked him as John hummed like that, moaning loudly when he finally pushes his tongue inside him. "Oh, doctor." he breathed, still trying to keep up their game. "You're very thorough." he purred, his fingers and toes curling as John's tongue moved so perfectly inside him.
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But no more words were said from him for a moment, however, because the erotic torture was far from over. He pressed his lips against Sherlock's bum once more, licking the skin before pushing his tongue in once more and moving it around just a bit in a sort of swirling motion. He did not move a hand down to Sherlock's own straining need there between his spread legs, keeping his hands instead around his thighs, squeezing and massaging them. It would have been interesting to see if he could make Sherlock come with his tongue alone, but he pulled out, deciding to go for a different tactic. He replaced his tongue with a finger, stretching and opening Sherlock's body up as he reached for that precise spot that drove the man wild. The incredible warmth and tightness of his lover had his breathing and pulse quickening as well, even though he had hardly exerted himself. All the while, his erection strained almost painfully at his trousers, as if knowing it was this close to burying itself deep into a tight place of sheer pleasure. It was doubtful John's clothes would remain on the lower half of his body for much longer. A moment later he added another finger, when he knew the man was ready for it and could take it.
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He had a reply to that, he was sure he did. A good one, too. Whatever it was was flung from his head, however, when John's tongue maneuvered its way inside of him again, eliciting a low growl of approval as it did. He gripped hard at the pillow, choked-off gasps and moans falling from his lips at every little movement of John's tongue. He made another grumble of disappointment when John removed his tongue yet again, though it turned to a husky moan when he felt John's finger start to probe inside of him instead. He pushed back against his finger in wanton need for more, gasping when he brushed against his prostate just a bit. There's no keeping him quiet at this point, wordless grunts and groans with the occasional breathless utterance of 'John!' filling every moment John works him open. He cries out with a massive shudder as John inserts another finger, so very ready for the added digit and more. "Yesss." he hisses in pleasure, pressing back against him as much as he can with another moan at the sensation.
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