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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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Second fill: Part 5

[anonymous]

In the taxi on the way to Baker Street, Sherlock won’t stop kissing John and John takes a moment to worry about what the driver in the front is thinking before giving it up. If he picks up customers from this particular street regularly then John will bet that a couple snogging in the back of the taxi isn’t the worst he’s had to deal with. Plus it’s impossible to concentrate: Sherlock’s heavy coat is draped over his lap and underneath it Sherlock has unfastened his jeans again and burrowed his hand inside, cupping John’s cock through his underwear, rubbing and squeezing him. His other hand is at the back of John’s neck, keeping their mouths pressed firmly together as John struggles for air through his nose and tries desperately to remember not to moan aloud - a few kisses is one thing but pornographic noises from the back seat are quite another.

Sherlock moves his mouth to John’s ear and suckles briefly at his earlobe before hissing quietly, ‘Tell me what you want.’

John arches his back at a particularly talented flutter of Sherlock’s fingers and gasps quietly, ‘You know what I want.’

‘True,’ Sherlock agrees, ‘but I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you ask me for it.’

Moving his own mouth to Sherlock’s ear, speaking as quietly as he can so as not to scandalise the driver, John murmurs shakily, ‘I want you to fuck me. God, please fuck me, I want to feel you insi-’

Sherlock’s mouth over his own cuts off his breathless stammering and Sherlock’s hand tightens on John’s cock as he gropes him, the fabric of his boxers starting to be wet along the fly.

Finally, they’re at Baker Street. In his haste, Sherlock shoves twice the fare at the grinning cabbie and they race each other up the stairs, barely acknowledging Mrs. Hudson’s cheery ‘Evening, dears!’ John is all for going straight to Sherlock’s bedroom but Sherlock pushes him up the stairs to his own, on the top floor, gasping, ‘Further away from Mrs. Hudson. Better sound-proofing.’

With both of their concerted efforts they’re soon stretched out naked on John’s single bed, kissing and biting and practically mauling each other. Another time, John thinks hazily, there will be time for slow, gentle seduction and lingering caresses, but on this occasion their hands collide at the drawer of the bedside table. Sherlock wrenches it open, quickly finds the tube of lubricant that John has been keeping there for his own solitary use, and John has to bite down hard on the side of his wrist when he feels two slippery fingers sliding along the crease of his buttocks.

Sherlock is watching him with equal parts amusement and lust. ‘You don’t have to keep quiet now,’ he says mildly, as though he didn’t have two fingers buried in John’s arse, sliding and twisting. ‘We’re in our own flat. Be as loud as you like.’

Actually, John can’t repress a small cry as Sherlock strokes his long fingers firmly either side of his prostate, and Sherlock growls, ‘Get a condom from the drawer. By God, you’d better have some in there.’

John does, and when his shaking hand closes on one and shoves it at Sherlock, Sherlock says simply, ‘Put it on me.’

Fingers clumsy, John eventually manages the task and then Sherlock is leaning in and pushing his knees back towards his chest and wider apart and he feels the familiar stretch as Sherlock pushes slowly but steadily into him. When they’re flush against each other Sherlock pauses, letting John adjust to the intrusion, and after John gasps, ‘Okay’ he starts to move.

Second fill: Part 6

[anonymous]

Slowly at first, gradually moving up to long, deep thrusts that make John’s toes curl and his head arch back. Sherlock tilts John’s hips up and wedges a couple of pillows beneath him, managing not to slip out of him while doing so, and experiments with different techniques - burying himself in John and grinding heavily against his prostate makes John moan aloud in bliss, but short, rapid thrusts right there make him bite down hard on his lip to stop himself screaming aloud at the white heat arcing through him. Acting on instinct, John reaches down blindly to take himself in hand but his hand is pushed away impatiently. Long fingers wrap themselves around his cock, slick with more lubricant that John doesn’t remember Sherlock reaching for, and Sherlock growls at him, ‘Open your eyes. Look at me.’

With an effort, John does so and sees Sherlock staring down at him. Sherlock’s face is flushed, his lips kiss-bitten, and sweat has stuck tendrils of black hair to his forehead, but when John meets his gaze he says, in a voice that has more than a hint of a snarl in it, ‘You are never again doing this with anyone else, do you hear me?’

No, of course I won’t, why would I now I have you? is what John wants to say, but Sherlock has just started fisting his cock in a hard, driving rhythm and all that comes out is ‘Nnngh’

It’s clearly not good enough for Sherlock, who thrusts himself all the way into John and then stills completely. ‘Do you hear me?’

‘Yes!’ John claws at Sherlock’s hips, desperate for a return of the pleasure that had been steadily building in him. ‘I heard you, you madman! I don’t want to do this with anyone else but you! Jesus!’

Sherlock starts moving again, his hand on John’s cock in perfect counterpoint to the thrusts that are making John sob aloud. ‘And tomorrow,’ he declares wildly, ‘we’re going to a clinic and you’re getting tested for...for everything. Because I want to do this with you without a condom, and I want to suck you off without having to pull away before you come’ (John groans loudly at this) ‘and then we’re going to wait six weeks, and then you’re getting tested again to be sure and then, and only then, will I fuck you again.’

This registers with John, through the building orgasm that’s clouding his brain, and he gasps, ‘You’re not going to fuck me for six weeks?!’

‘No.’ Sherlock leans into John and grinds his hips in circles, making them both moan aloud. ‘You’ll be desperate for it by the end. You’ll be begging me.’

‘I’m begging you now,’ John pants, no shame left. ‘And I’m clean, for God’s sake! And...and I can’t believe we’re having this conversation here.’

‘Well then, maybe just one test would do it. I’ll get tested too.’ Sherlock’s eyes flutter closed. ‘I’ve never been with anyone without...without using something but with you...I want to... God, I want to, so fucking much...’

He thrusts harder on the last few words, his control coming undone, and there’s really no answer John can make, save to arch his back as he feels a familiar tingle begin in his inner thighs. Seconds later he’s coming over Sherlock’s fingers and his own stomach, crying out at the wrenching ecstasy of it, and dimly he’s aware of Sherlock groaning ‘Yes yes yes, fuck, John, Christ...’ and feels him shuddering as he fucks through his own orgasm.

Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

Eventually, Sherlock stills, shaking but somehow keeping his balance as he catches his breath and his cock eventually slips out of John. He leans out of bed to dispose of the condom and then sprawls next to John, who turns onto his side and reaches out a hand blindly to Sherlock. Catching it, twining their fingers together, Sherlock demands, ‘John…about that awful man in the club…’

John shakes his head. ‘He’s no-one important.’ Please don’t make me talk about it.

Sherlock is silent for a while. ‘Well, I suppose not,’ he says eventually. ‘After all, you’re with me now.’

Miniscule though it is, John doesn’t miss the trace of query in Sherlock’s voice and he shuffles closer, drawing Sherlock’s arm over him.

‘Yeah,’ he agrees. ‘Damn right I am.’

~Fin~

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

Adffghh. Hot, so hot. brb imma be in my bunk.

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[troublesize]

why hello beautiful pron hotness! XD

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

*thunk*

This is amazing. Also, *waves* hi, I'm the author of the first fill for this prompt, and I don't mind a second fill at all.

Now then, I should finish mine, I guess. Sorry for the long wait, bit of a block on my end I'm afraid.

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

*waves back* Hi! I'm pleased you didn't mind a second fill, and also that you liked my shot at it.

Hope real life calms down enough for you to have some writing time, as I'm very curious read the rest of your fill for this...

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

nnngghhh, very well done anon, that was mind blowingly hot

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

scorchingly *hot*

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[solara_karrde]

Glllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *falls over*

That was HOT and PERFECT!

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[black_wolf]

I love your Bunny Icon! Did you make it because that is brilliant.

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[solara_karrde]

I did not! redscharlach made it. Feel free to snag it, just give her credit. :)

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[anonymous]

UNF UNF UNF UNF

Re: Second fill: Part 7 - END

[kyther]

UNF. I was not expecting this to get filled again.

I approve so much of the safe!sex. So, so much. Safe!sex and hot!sex make me a socially conscious happy porn bunny.