Prompting Part XXX
Please check the Sticky Post to find the newest active part and post your prompts there.
IMPORTANT! Spoilers for aired episodes are now being
allowed on this area of the meme, without warning. If you do not want to encounter spoilers, please prompt at our Spoiler-Free Prompt Post.
( Read more... )
IMPORTANT! Spoilers for aired episodes are now being
allowed on this area of the meme, without warning. If you do not want to encounter spoilers, please prompt at our Spoiler-Free Prompt Post.
( Read more... )
“Call me by my name and ask for it,” Sherlock said in a low voice. He couldn’t take his eyes off of John, off of every sinfully attractive inch of John’s body, from his cock to his nipples to the scar on his shoulder. He wanted to consume every inch of John until there was nothing left for anyone else.
“Please, Professor House, please...”
“No, my name is Sherlock.”
“Sherlock.” John swallowed hard, his lips forming the syllables slowly. “Sherlock, please. I’ve been dreaming about you, about this. I can’t take this anymore. It’s driving me mad, this feeling; it’s the worst thing I could have imagined. It’s going to consume me unless you make it stop. Please...” He squirmed and this time managed to move so that their bodies were aligned. John tilted his head up and breathed, “I want you to fuck me.”
There was nothing he could say to that, Sherlock could only act. He dipped his head and caught John’s lips in a furious kiss. John melted against him from the force of it and willingly allowed Sherlock to plunder his mouth for the first few minutes. Gradually, as he became more aware that he was going to get his desperate wish, he rose to the occasion, kissing Sherlock back. They duelled furiously before Sherlock tipped the battle in his favour by cupping John’s arse with his hand. His fingers slipped easily in between and found their way directly to John’s slippery, wet hole. John broke the kiss to cry out as Sherlock’s fingers slid into him, breaching his entrance easily and spreading him apart.
“Oh fuck,” he whined, squirming and struggling to press backwards.
“You’re so wet,” Sherlock said, unable to keep the note of wonder from his voice. Information he’d learned about omegas and their heat was tumbling through his mind, and some very distant part of him noted that John was actually average in terms of lubrication, but for the first time in his life he pushed that all aside in favour of following through on the demands of his body. He ducked down and pressed his lips to John’s shoulder, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin as John whimpered.
He trailed slow kisses across John’s chest until he got to the boy’s throat. John helpfully tilted his head back, baring his neck for Sherlock’s perusal. Sherlock latched on, suckling hard as he gently pumped his fingers in and out of John’s body. John was so hot inside, his core burning and aching for something only Sherlock could provide, so hot and smooth that Sherlock rumbled and sucked harder until John yelped. He kept the pressure up for another minute before pulling away and directing a pleased look towards the red mark that had been left behind, one that would soon deepen into a deep purple bruise that would look so inviting on John’s lightly tanned skin. He’d never seen the point of leaving marks behind before, but now he did. It was extremely satisfying to know that John would have something physical to let everyone know that he belonged to Sherlock.
“John,” he breathed into the boy’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to be mine. No one else will ever be able to touch you. You will belong to me, my omega. Only mine.” He punctuated his words by spreading his fingers and then twisting, searching for that one little spot. He knew he’d found it when John yelped and went up onto his tiptoes. His cock jumped and sent a splattering of pre-come all over the front of Sherlock’s trousers.
Reply
Sherlock was tempted to tease a little more, but his own cock was straining and he felt the consuming desire to take John before any other alpha had the opportunity to. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers out, savouring John’s little whine of protest, and began taking his own clothing off. Once he realized what Sherlock was doing John began to eagerly help, though his fingers were shaking so badly that he could barely fit the buttons through the holes.
“Bend over the desk,” Sherlock ordered, fighting with his belt. The clasp finally gave under his impatient hands and he practically ripped his trousers and pants off. John’s eyes focused immediately on his cock and he swallowed hard as Sherlock promised, “I’m going to fuck you raw, John Watson.”
Reply
Reply
Daaaaaaaaaaamn, this is hot.
Reply
Reply
This will be some "morning" after.
So much to consider, birth control, school, Mycroft?
Lovely as usual.
Reply
Leave a comment