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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.
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This is a fic prompting meme based around the BBC series Sherlock, written by Stephen Moffat & Mark Gattis.
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Sherlock moaned quietly. John felt his stomach flip. Sherlock, who had so far been quiet except for his more laboured breathing and his commands towards John, moaning like that was a huge turn-on. Not that John wasn’t already more turned on than ever before in his life.
John sped up his strokes and let his mouth wander from the spot he’d been sucking on up to Sherlock’s ear. Sherlock’s hands were shaking slightly, probably from the effort to keep them still. John grinned and sucked Sherlock’s earlobe into his mouth, catching it between his teeth.
Sherlock hissed in pleasure. "John. John, I really wish I could kiss you right now. Your tongue in my mouth, your hands in my hair, your body against mine, your--"
John interrupted him with a loud moan as he came in his boxers. His hand clenched tightly around Sherlock’s cock, drawing a breathy sigh from Sherlock’s lips as he jerked forward and John felt the first spurt of semen coming from Sherlock’s cock. Sherlock’s head bumped against John’s and he accidentally bit down on Sherlock’s earlobe.
Sherlock cried out and John could feel Sherlock’s body twitch against him. He grinned. It seemed like the great Sherlock Holmes liked biting.
"Fuck," Sherlock cursed quietly. He threw the pipette onto the table and twisted around, his hands pulling John’s head down towards his level.
The kiss was biting, almost feral, but oh so good. John could taste a hint of blood in his mouth by the time Sherlock released his lips. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before Sherlock fully released him and turned back to his now ruined experiment.
"Well, I could do with some coffee. You, John?"
John shook his head.
"Right then." He raised his voice a little. "Molly, a cup of coffee. Black, two sugars."
There was a muted squawk and the sound of rapid footsteps.
John felt his face heat up, but he wasn’t sure if it was with embarrassment or excitement. "Was she there the whole time?"
"Only the last minute." He glanced at John. "You like the thought of someone watching. I’ll have to ask her to watch us again when she brings me my coffee."
"Sherlock, just because I get turned on by the thought of someone walking in on us doesn’t mean I actually want anyone to watch. And Molly’s not going to bring you coffee."
"Why not?" Sherlock asked, zipping up his trousers.
John just shook his head, laughing quietly. “Sorry for ruining your experiment,” he said once he’d quieted down again.
Sherlock smirked. "You didn’t."
John glanced at the remains of the experiment. Sherlock had lost control when John bit his ear. A thin red line ran across the glass board, ruining whatever it was Sherlock had been doing. "What do you mean?"
"This," Sherlock said, gesturing to the table, "was not the experiment. I was."
At John’s confused look, Sherlock elaborated. "I wanted to test my own ability to regain control of my motor functions during times of prolonged external stimulus. Obviously I’ll need more practice to achieve full control."
John raised his eyebrows.
Sherlock stood up and stepped so close to John that their bodies were touching. He brushed his lips against John’s, gently this time. "If you’re amenable to the idea, that is," he murmured.
John just smiled and kissed Sherlock again.
"He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still."
(from the Tao Te Ching)
More Notes: First Sherlock fic! \o/
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"Usually, if my mind is preoccupied, my arousal abates after a short while. This time, however, it shows no inclination of disappearing on its own. Therefore I require assistance. Your assistance."
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"I require more stimuli. Lick my neck. Or bite it, if you’d rather."
are great. I like that he knows his body and knows what he likes (that he demands what he wants is no surprise at all, of course). Though, now that I think of it, the clinical tone might just be because he's running an experiment on himself. Maybe John gets him home and into bed and he's completely different. ;)
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