Fill: Paroxysms 3/4
anonymous
July 2 2011, 11:22:23 UTC
One finger became two, then three as Sherlock relaxed in response to his touch. Knowing that he was ready, John applied some of the lube to himself - God, it was like ice. He deciding that, for the purposes of allowing Sherlock to breathe, it was best to leave him on his back; besides which, he liked to see the feverish excitement in Sherlock’s eyes as John massaged his prostate with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other.
John’s hands ceased their machinations long enough for him to press Sherlock’s knees forward, tilting his arse upwards. One hand held him there whilst the other, slowly and gently, guided his cock inside. Sherlock’s sharp cry of pleasure was mirrored by his own desperate moan as he felt how tight Sherlock was around him. John could see Sherlock’s back arching in pleasure as John began to penetrate him with soft, shallow thrusts. Their hips brushed against each other in rhythmic pulses, feverish and passionate heat blending together.
“You feel amazing,” Sherlock was saying, although John barely heard the words distracted as he was by the heady currents of something like electricity searing through his body. Still, he managed to mumble a reply as he began to thrust deeper, more forcefully now.
“You’re always amazing. You always amaze me.” Moving perfectly in time now, John could feel Sherlock’s hard, hot penis rubbing against him as John drew himself in and out of Sherlock in long fluid strokes. Sherlock writhed up towards him, at times his whole torso lifting from the bed in a taut curve.
Then, suddenly, Sherlock ceased the fluid thrusting of his hips into John’s. In fact he ceased doing anything at all, and lay eyes closed and taking shaky, shallow breaths, one hand hovering in front of his face. Though he could hardly bear to, John paused his own movements.
“All right?”
“Mmmm… I just… I h-have to - Heh-kishhhh!”
Before he’d quite had time to realise what was happening, John could hear his own voice spilling out uncontrollably. Sherlock arse, which had already been beautifully tight around his erection, had suddenly… spasmed, he supposed. Only it didn’t feel like a harsh jolt so much as a perfect contraction of the muscle that sent tingling waves running through him. It was all he could do to stop himself from coming there and then. He’d shuddered and moaned, closing his eyes and letting the unbelievable sensation wash over him, before he’d even registered their cause. Then, somehow disconnected from temporal logic, his mind seemed to wind backwards and register again the stifled paroxysm that had come from Sherlock. John opened his eyes and gazed at Sherlock.
“You sneezed,” he murmured, feeling his lips twist into a half-smile of realisation. Sherlock was staring up at him equally enthralled, rubbing at his nose with his knuckles.
“The muscle spasms,” he whispered. “That must have felt…”
“Incredible is how it felt.” John pulled Sherlock’s body up towards his own and, thrusting hard, caught Sherlock in a rough kiss. Sherlock’s knees straddled his own, so that he was sitting over John’s lap, John supporting his weight. “It was… It just… Do it again. Can you do it again?”
John’s hands ceased their machinations long enough for him to press Sherlock’s knees forward, tilting his arse upwards. One hand held him there whilst the other, slowly and gently, guided his cock inside. Sherlock’s sharp cry of pleasure was mirrored by his own desperate moan as he felt how tight Sherlock was around him. John could see Sherlock’s back arching in pleasure as John began to penetrate him with soft, shallow thrusts. Their hips brushed against each other in rhythmic pulses, feverish and passionate heat blending together.
“You feel amazing,” Sherlock was saying, although John barely heard the words distracted as he was by the heady currents of something like electricity searing through his body. Still, he managed to mumble a reply as he began to thrust deeper, more forcefully now.
“You’re always amazing. You always amaze me.” Moving perfectly in time now, John could feel Sherlock’s hard, hot penis rubbing against him as John drew himself in and out of Sherlock in long fluid strokes. Sherlock writhed up towards him, at times his whole torso lifting from the bed in a taut curve.
Then, suddenly, Sherlock ceased the fluid thrusting of his hips into John’s. In fact he ceased doing anything at all, and lay eyes closed and taking shaky, shallow breaths, one hand hovering in front of his face. Though he could hardly bear to, John paused his own movements.
“All right?”
“Mmmm… I just… I h-have to - Heh-kishhhh!”
Before he’d quite had time to realise what was happening, John could hear his own voice spilling out uncontrollably. Sherlock arse, which had already been beautifully tight around his erection, had suddenly… spasmed, he supposed. Only it didn’t feel like a harsh jolt so much as a perfect contraction of the muscle that sent tingling waves running through him. It was all he could do to stop himself from coming there and then. He’d shuddered and moaned, closing his eyes and letting the unbelievable sensation wash over him, before he’d even registered their cause. Then, somehow disconnected from temporal logic, his mind seemed to wind backwards and register again the stifled paroxysm that had come from Sherlock. John opened his eyes and gazed at Sherlock.
“You sneezed,” he murmured, feeling his lips twist into a half-smile of realisation. Sherlock was staring up at him equally enthralled, rubbing at his nose with his knuckles.
“The muscle spasms,” he whispered. “That must have felt…”
“Incredible is how it felt.” John pulled Sherlock’s body up towards his own and, thrusting hard, caught Sherlock in a rough kiss. Sherlock’s knees straddled his own, so that he was sitting over John’s lap, John supporting his weight. “It was… It just… Do it again. Can you do it again?”
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