I bit my knuckle as he started mouthing at my hipbone.
“None of that.” He looked up at me chidingly. I was doing my level best!, I thought. How could he possibly know? “I want to hear you when I take you into my mouth.”
I'm not going to lie, there was a part of me that suspected the bloody bastard was doing it on purpose.
“Right, sure... Oh!”
“Yes, that's it,” he purred against my belly while he palmed my cock and reached down to press beneath my balls.
“Please, like that.” I might have been whimpering at this stage. I think that I had ample excuse for whimpering at this stage though.
When I looked down to see his full, luscious, made-for-blowjobs, lips sinking down on my cock my mouth fell open and I almost forgot my promise to him in a sudden urge to turn the air blue. Luckily, he pressed two of his fingers past my lips to suck and we were spared another 'Oh-must-you-be-so-crude? You've-killed-little-Sherlock-with-your-foul-tongue' episode.
After a few minutes of my enthusiastically replicating his every movement on his fingers, he pulled them away again. My disappointed hum turned instantly to a hiss as I felt his wet fingertips teasing me open. When he had worked one wet digit inside I couldn't hold it in any long.
“Oh, oh, oh-”
“Yes that's it.” He crooked his finger sharply.
“OH SUGAR!”
There was a bit of a quiet moment when we both sort of... absorbed what I'd said.
“You know, I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that with quite so much invective?” Sherlock looked up and me all crinkly eyed and smiling, clearly holding back what looked like an impressive giggling fit.
It was slightly mortifying. I tried to twist away so he wouldn't see me flush deep red, but he was having none of it.
“You-” He climbed back up my body to kiss me deeply. “I think I'm keeping you.”
I closed the two inch distance to his grinning face and couldn't help but think to myself, Too fucking right.
“None of that.” He looked up at me chidingly. I was doing my level best!, I thought. How could he possibly know? “I want to hear you when I take you into my mouth.”
I'm not going to lie, there was a part of me that suspected the bloody bastard was doing it on purpose.
“Right, sure... Oh!”
“Yes, that's it,” he purred against my belly while he palmed my cock and reached down to press beneath my balls.
“Please, like that.” I might have been whimpering at this stage. I think that I had ample excuse for whimpering at this stage though.
When I looked down to see his full, luscious, made-for-blowjobs, lips sinking down on my cock my mouth fell open and I almost forgot my promise to him in a sudden urge to turn the air blue. Luckily, he pressed two of his fingers past my lips to suck and we were spared another 'Oh-must-you-be-so-crude? You've-killed-little-Sherlock-with-your-foul-tongue' episode.
After a few minutes of my enthusiastically replicating his every movement on his fingers, he pulled them away again. My disappointed hum turned instantly to a hiss as I felt his wet fingertips teasing me open. When he had worked one wet digit inside I couldn't hold it in any long.
“Oh, oh, oh-”
“Yes that's it.” He crooked his finger sharply.
“OH SUGAR!”
There was a bit of a quiet moment when we both sort of... absorbed what I'd said.
“You know, I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that with quite so much invective?” Sherlock looked up and me all crinkly eyed and smiling, clearly holding back what looked like an impressive giggling fit.
It was slightly mortifying. I tried to twist away so he wouldn't see me flush deep red, but he was having none of it.
“You-” He climbed back up my body to kiss me deeply. “I think I'm keeping you.”
I closed the two inch distance to his grinning face and couldn't help but think to myself, Too fucking right.
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Loved the fic, John's precious.
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