Johnlock: -Consume You- CH. 2
Title: Consume You
Written by: sam_lickr81
Rating: M because of later chapters
Pairing: Johnlock(Sherlock/John)
Summary:(this chapter is kinda short. Sowwy.) I wanted some sexual tension smut. Basically, Mycroft warns John that Sherlock is going to try to make a sexual advance on him soon, and he doesn't know if he should believe it until Sherlock gives him reason to. Smut and Top!Sherlock. Bit of Roughsex!kink and bondage!kink.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock or anything having to do with BBC.
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Sherlock stepped even closer, causing John to finally stagger back a little so he was a few inches from the wall.
“Because…Mycroft was right…I am going to make an advance…”
John let out a sort of scared noise of realization as he took another step back and found himself against the wall. He shut his eyes for a moment.
“I…I still don’t know why you had to tell me all that…why do I need to know?”
“Because, John…this is my advance. You need to decide…are you going to flee…or stay. I told you the terms…I will be relentless…I will utterly and completely consume you…” Sherlock brought his lips to John’s ear on those last words, his breath hot and damp on the lobe.
John shuddered, cursing under his breath. He opened his eyes to find Sherlock with his hands on the wall on either side of John’s head, pinning him there. He looked away, staring at the adjacent wall and screaming internally just how the fuck this had happened.
He gasped as he felt Sherlock give an encouraging nibble to his earlobe, a flick of tongue detectable behind the dull teeth.
“You may flee if you would like…but unless you take my brother up on his offer, I will never stop pestering you…I will constantly attempt to initiate advances, and I will not stop until you give in.”
Sherlock reveled in the weak sound that escaped John’s throat.
“So, John…what will it be? Will you flee……or stay?” He punctuated his question with a rougher bite to John’s hear.
John whimpered, utterly terrified but, according to his groin, also extremely excited. He wet his lips, too nervous to speak.
“Fine…can’t talk? Tap the wall. Once for flee. Two for stay.” The detective spoke hotly in John’s ear.
The army doctor swallowed dryly, raising his eyes to the ceiling as his brain raced along with his heart rate.
He hit his hand against the wall once.
“Flee?” Sherlock asked.
John stood still a moment, silence filling the room. He shut his eyes and eventually brought his hand to the wall a second time.
Two hits.
Sherlock made a sort of feral growling sound, nuzzling his face further into John’s neck.
“Are you sure John? I will wreck you…”
“Y-yeah…” John managed, his voice cracking and quiet.
Sherlock bit at John’s neck, a bit rougher.
“No going back now…you’re mine, John…”
John couldn’t speak; he was too overwhelmed. What with the close proximity and Sherlock’s lips and teeth on his neck, his senses were in overdrive. He could smell the dark, cinnamon scent that Sherlock always carried, along with something stronger that he couldn’t discern exactly, but it drove him absolutely mad. He felt every little minute movement of Sherlock’s tongue and lips and teeth against his neck, biting and sucking and kissing. He heard the labored breath heaving out of the detective, could taste the mint from that breath in the air.
“John I’m going to hurt you,” Sherlock panted, pulling away from John’s neck and moving his hands from the wall to grip tightly at John’s hips.
John tried to catch his breath, looking into Sherlock’s blown-out eyes.
“I know…I know you will…” he paused, wetting his lips anxiously.
“…I’m looking forward to it,”
Sherlock seemed to go into overdrive after hearing this, because he thrust his hips forward, grinding his crotch against John’s as he gripped his hips even tighter.
“Ah..Sherlock..” John gasped, his eyes rolling back a bit at the sensation. He was only partially aware before of how hard he had become, but when Sherlock pressed against him, he became painfully aware of just how hard. He let out soft grunts and gasps, accompanied by Sherlock’s mantra of incoherent ramblings.
“Are you a masochist, John?” Sherlock managed to ask clearly between his mumbling.
A wave of icy heat ran up John’s back and neck as Sherlock mentioned something he hadn’t told anyone ever.
“I…well I mean I…”
“You are aren’t you?”
“…yes…I don’t usually act on it, but…”
“I didn’t ask for details, John…” Sherlock growled out.
He suddenly grabbed John’s wrists and slammed them against the wall, causing John to wince at the dull burn in his knuckles.
“Do. You. Like. Pain.” Sherlock punched out roughly, his breath on John’s lips now. Sherlock’s lips were so close to his, and John’s heart fluttered at the wisp of mint air he inhaled.
“Y-yes…”
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Written by: sam_lickr81
Rating: M because of later chapters
Pairing: Johnlock(Sherlock/John)
Summary:(this chapter is kinda short. Sowwy.) I wanted some sexual tension smut. Basically, Mycroft warns John that Sherlock is going to try to make a sexual advance on him soon, and he doesn't know if he should believe it until Sherlock gives him reason to. Smut and Top!Sherlock. Bit of Roughsex!kink and bondage!kink.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock or anything having to do with BBC.
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Sherlock stepped even closer, causing John to finally stagger back a little so he was a few inches from the wall.
“Because…Mycroft was right…I am going to make an advance…”
John let out a sort of scared noise of realization as he took another step back and found himself against the wall. He shut his eyes for a moment.
“I…I still don’t know why you had to tell me all that…why do I need to know?”
“Because, John…this is my advance. You need to decide…are you going to flee…or stay. I told you the terms…I will be relentless…I will utterly and completely consume you…” Sherlock brought his lips to John’s ear on those last words, his breath hot and damp on the lobe.
John shuddered, cursing under his breath. He opened his eyes to find Sherlock with his hands on the wall on either side of John’s head, pinning him there. He looked away, staring at the adjacent wall and screaming internally just how the fuck this had happened.
He gasped as he felt Sherlock give an encouraging nibble to his earlobe, a flick of tongue detectable behind the dull teeth.
“You may flee if you would like…but unless you take my brother up on his offer, I will never stop pestering you…I will constantly attempt to initiate advances, and I will not stop until you give in.”
Sherlock reveled in the weak sound that escaped John’s throat.
“So, John…what will it be? Will you flee……or stay?” He punctuated his question with a rougher bite to John’s hear.
John whimpered, utterly terrified but, according to his groin, also extremely excited. He wet his lips, too nervous to speak.
“Fine…can’t talk? Tap the wall. Once for flee. Two for stay.” The detective spoke hotly in John’s ear.
The army doctor swallowed dryly, raising his eyes to the ceiling as his brain raced along with his heart rate.
He hit his hand against the wall once.
“Flee?” Sherlock asked.
John stood still a moment, silence filling the room. He shut his eyes and eventually brought his hand to the wall a second time.
Two hits.
Sherlock made a sort of feral growling sound, nuzzling his face further into John’s neck.
“Are you sure John? I will wreck you…”
“Y-yeah…” John managed, his voice cracking and quiet.
Sherlock bit at John’s neck, a bit rougher.
“No going back now…you’re mine, John…”
John couldn’t speak; he was too overwhelmed. What with the close proximity and Sherlock’s lips and teeth on his neck, his senses were in overdrive. He could smell the dark, cinnamon scent that Sherlock always carried, along with something stronger that he couldn’t discern exactly, but it drove him absolutely mad. He felt every little minute movement of Sherlock’s tongue and lips and teeth against his neck, biting and sucking and kissing. He heard the labored breath heaving out of the detective, could taste the mint from that breath in the air.
“John I’m going to hurt you,” Sherlock panted, pulling away from John’s neck and moving his hands from the wall to grip tightly at John’s hips.
John tried to catch his breath, looking into Sherlock’s blown-out eyes.
“I know…I know you will…” he paused, wetting his lips anxiously.
“…I’m looking forward to it,”
Sherlock seemed to go into overdrive after hearing this, because he thrust his hips forward, grinding his crotch against John’s as he gripped his hips even tighter.
“Ah..Sherlock..” John gasped, his eyes rolling back a bit at the sensation. He was only partially aware before of how hard he had become, but when Sherlock pressed against him, he became painfully aware of just how hard. He let out soft grunts and gasps, accompanied by Sherlock’s mantra of incoherent ramblings.
“Are you a masochist, John?” Sherlock managed to ask clearly between his mumbling.
A wave of icy heat ran up John’s back and neck as Sherlock mentioned something he hadn’t told anyone ever.
“I…well I mean I…”
“You are aren’t you?”
“…yes…I don’t usually act on it, but…”
“I didn’t ask for details, John…” Sherlock growled out.
He suddenly grabbed John’s wrists and slammed them against the wall, causing John to wince at the dull burn in his knuckles.
“Do. You. Like. Pain.” Sherlock punched out roughly, his breath on John’s lips now. Sherlock’s lips were so close to his, and John’s heart fluttered at the wisp of mint air he inhaled.
“Y-yes…”
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