He teases the tip of his tongue in, twists a finger in along side it, the way eased by his own come and spit (grittier than lube, not a slick glide, instead a sticky skid as he works in one, then two fingers), seeks out traces of his come, catches his tongue on the hard edge of muscle and stretches it, pulls it taut as slides his tongue out. He ducks his head down, smirks at John's cock hanging heavy between his thighs now, his back a tense arc, and his breath stutters as he looks toward John's face. John's eyes are shut tight, a flush beneath his tanned skin (shame, or desire, or both?), and he's biting the fleshy mound of his palm, he can see the sharp line of John's clenched jaw, sees John throat bob as he tries to swallow back a scream which comes out stifled by his hand. He begins to tell John he want to hear him, to not muffle his noises, but John wasn't quiet before, was willing to serenade Sherlock with his gasps and cries and moans and screams. John, he realizes, wants to be quiet now, but for his own sake, not Sherlock's.
He forces his fingers apart, watches, fascinated, as he stretches John open and come slowly seeps out. He lets it drip down toward Johns perineum before he chases after it with his tongue, feels John's hips attempt jerk forward as he finds a sensitive spot, but his arm, still firmly support John around the middle, keeps him from going far. He teases the spot, carefully grazes the edge of his teeth over it just to watch John squirm. "Sherlock, please!" John's voice, high and keening, and he'd term it a whine if it weren't so broken sounding, ends his teasing, because now, with John hard for the fifth time (and god, he must hurt, he must be aching, he wonders if John even has any semen left in his body to expel or if when he comes he'll just thrash and moan but not ejaculate) any unnecessary teasing is just cruel.
His fingers are still forcing John apart so when he latches his mouth there (the skin hotter now, blood pulsing just beneath the skin because of his attentions) he can suck his semen out easier, feels it dribble out of John and onto his tongue where he swallows it hungrily. When he's done, when he's coaxed all of it out of John, he turns John to lay on his side and settles next to him, presses a leg between John's and John grinds against him once, twice, three times and then he's coming again, muscles tensing and relaxing as a single spurt of come smears against his thigh.
They lay there, holding each other, and Sherlock rests a hand against John's back and shuffles them closer, so little space between them to begin with but now the planes of their bodies press together in delicious ways, and does nothing more, holds John as his body calms, as his synapses stop firing off signals to his muscles to twitch and jerk and spasm. Even after John has settled Sherlock holds him, marveling that it is John, mundane, unextraordinary, impossibly beautiful John who can force his always active thoughts to blankness.
"Sherlock?"
"Hm?" John's head is tucked beneath his chin and it should disturb him, having someone so close to his pulsing jugular, he shouldn't feel safe having someone so near a vulnerable, vital artery, his every instinct should be screaming against the potential danger, but it doesn't, it doesn't.
"Can I- that is- will you ever let me do that to you?"
"I thought it was embarrassing."
"It is. When you do it to me."
"That makes no sense. You're being completely illogical, It's shouldn't make a diff-"
Re: Fill 3/3
anonymous
November 6 2010, 04:30:59 UTC
Oh, my - there it is before my eyes, my kink! I love all the description - how utterly fucked out they are, how *used* John's poor ass is, and Sherlock is just licking... and John's so embarrassed... GAH!!!
So, so, so hot. Unbelievable!
Thank you, anon. My life has been a happy one.
Captcha says: minsubor secret - no, it's no secret, not even a minor one!
Re: Fill 3/3
anonymous
November 7 2010, 16:22:29 UTC
Glad you enjoyed it! I originally started writing it with John topping but couldn't get the voices right. I'm happy you enjoyed it. And yes, fwapping in a library is usually not a good idea!
Re: Fill 3/3
anonymous
November 7 2010, 16:35:27 UTC
Thank you! I think the hallmark of good eroitca is if someone can enjoy it even if it's not usually their thing so it's very flattering to know it worked for you. Thanks for taking the time to comment and I'm thrilled to know it worked for you.
(Mycroft says : certain reentrance. Yes Mycroft, but not now. Poor John is tired)
He forces his fingers apart, watches, fascinated, as he stretches John open and come slowly seeps out. He lets it drip down toward Johns perineum before he chases after it with his tongue, feels John's hips attempt jerk forward as he finds a sensitive spot, but his arm, still firmly support John around the middle, keeps him from going far. He teases the spot, carefully grazes the edge of his teeth over it just to watch John squirm. "Sherlock, please!" John's voice, high and keening, and he'd term it a whine if it weren't so broken sounding, ends his teasing, because now, with John hard for the fifth time (and god, he must hurt, he must be aching, he wonders if John even has any semen left in his body to expel or if when he comes he'll just thrash and moan but not ejaculate) any unnecessary teasing is just cruel.
His fingers are still forcing John apart so when he latches his mouth there (the skin hotter now, blood pulsing just beneath the skin because of his attentions) he can suck his semen out easier, feels it dribble out of John and onto his tongue where he swallows it hungrily. When he's done, when he's coaxed all of it out of John, he turns John to lay on his side and settles next to him, presses a leg between John's and John grinds against him once, twice, three times and then he's coming again, muscles tensing and relaxing as a single spurt of come smears against his thigh.
They lay there, holding each other, and Sherlock rests a hand against John's back and shuffles them closer, so little space between them to begin with but now the planes of their bodies press together in delicious ways, and does nothing more, holds John as his body calms, as his synapses stop firing off signals to his muscles to twitch and jerk and spasm. Even after John has settled Sherlock holds him, marveling that it is John, mundane, unextraordinary, impossibly beautiful John who can force his always active thoughts to blankness.
"Sherlock?"
"Hm?" John's head is tucked beneath his chin and it should disturb him, having someone so close to his pulsing jugular, he shouldn't feel safe having someone so near a vulnerable, vital artery, his every instinct should be screaming against the potential danger, but it doesn't, it doesn't.
"Can I- that is- will you ever let me do that to you?"
"I thought it was embarrassing."
"It is. When you do it to me."
"That makes no sense. You're being completely illogical, It's shouldn't make a diff-"
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?
"Be quiet."
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So, so, so hot. Unbelievable!
Thank you, anon. My life has been a happy one.
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(Mycroft says : certain reentrance. Yes Mycroft, but not now. Poor John is tired)
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