Fic for bananahater336: Unexpected
Title: Unexpected
Recipient: bananahater336
Author: aeowen
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none, unless you count the use of toys and voice-porn
Summary: John finds a surprising collection in Sherlock’s dresser drawer.
“I said, can you please pass me my letter opener?”
“What, love?” John asked. He’d just walked into the room, but had a feeling as to where this was heading.
“34 minutes ago, I asked if you would please bring me my letter opener.”
“Just walked in, Sherlock,” John replied genially with an eye roll, as he put some water in the kettle for tea.
“It’s the Spanish one. It’s on the side table in my room.”
“And you can’t get up yourself and get it because….?”
“I’m thinking.” Sherlock was perched on the chair, finger tips just barely touching his lips, eyes focused across the room.
John shook his head. “Fine. Where is it again?”
“On the side table. Or in the top drawer in the dresser on the left side.”
Once in Sherlock’s bedroom, John easily saw that it wasn’t on the side table. He opened the second drawer and pushed a couple of folded pajamas around….and gasped. The letter opener was there (honestly, what was it doing there anyway?), and near it was a shoe box full of toys. Adult toys. Of all kinds.
John’s mouth fell open as he took in the dozen or so toys, ranging from large dildos to anal beads, nipple clamps, and vibrators. John stared at the drawer. He picked up a dildo that was still in the package. It had several bulbs along it. It was purple. He shook his head to clear it and slammed the drawer closed. Shaking his head, he walked back to the sitting room and handed Sherlock the letter opener.
How long, John wondered, had Sherlock been playing with them? The two of them had been dating (if running around crime scenes between romantic dinners counted as dating) for several months, and Sherlock had never said anything about toys.
John sat down with a cup of tea and pretended to read a book, mind focused on the small horde of toys in the next room. Why hadn’t Sherlock mentioned them - was he scared John would balk? How could John go about introducing that into their sex lives? What does one say - hi Sherlock, I thought I’d just use this on you since I found it in your drawer the other day?
“Something is perplexing you,” Sherlock said, eyes closed.
John smiled. “Nothing. Just thinking, that’s all.”
“Hmm.”
---
A week later, the boys of Baker Street were watching crap telly. “I don’t know why you bother watching when you know the outcome anyway,” John said, fondly kissing Sherlock’s neck.
“I suppose I find it entertaining,” Sherlock replied with a sigh as the show ended.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, love. Besides, if you’re bored….” John guided one of Sherlock’s hands to the bulge in his jeans.
Sherlock smirked, turning his sharp attention onto John. “Definitely not bored,” Sherlock murmured as he leaned over his flatmate, talented hands already working their way under John’s jumper and shirt. They found John’s nipples and gave each nub a sharp pinch.
“Sh-shouldn’t we move this to a bed. Your bed? Closer…” John managed, vaguely wondering if he could get close to the drawer and use one of those tempting toys on Sherlock’s gorgeous arse.
“Mmm, you’re brilliant,” Sherlock said as he suddenly jumped up, dragging John up with him and leading him down the hall.
Chuckling, John stripped off his jumper and shirt as he followed Sherlock. Once in the bedroom, John has a bit surprised when Sherlock gently pushed him back on the bed. So far, John had taken up the role of gently guiding their coupling, but he was happy to lie back and watch Sherlock efficiently strip down to his bare skin.
Sherlock eased John’s jeans and shorts off, revealing his half-hard cock. Locking eyes with him, Sherlock slipped his tongue out and licked around the tip. John hissed and arched up. Months before, John would never have guessed that Sherlock Holmes would know how to suck cock. He dug his hands into the blanket and held on as Sherlock took him deeper.
John was so wrapped up in the pleasurable feeling, that he was surprised when Sherlock slipped a finger slick with lube between his arse cheeks. He clenched up, having not bottomed for anyone in quite a long time.
“Shhh, John,” Sherlock murmured. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. Doesn’t my finger feel good?”
John closed his eyes, face flushing, and nodded. “Yes.”
Sherlock pushed two fingers inside, intently watching John’s face. “Do you trust me, John?”
“O-of course,” he replied a bit shakily.
“Then close your eyes. And keep them closed.”
John closed his eyes, his last vision of his lover looking up at him with grey eyes bright with lust and excitement. He felt Sherlock stand up and move around the room, and he tried to determine what the other man was doing. Then all sound stopped. John fought the urge to cover himself in the sudden silence.
“Sherlock?”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m watching you.”
John swallowed. His cock gave an interested jump. “Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful to watch.” John could almost hear the predatory smile as he felt the bed dip again between his legs. Sherlock’s hands guided John’s legs open farther and then up, leaving him open and exposed. He could imagine what he looked like, his hole held open for Sherlock’s eyes. Sherlock ran just the tips of one hand down John’s right flank.
John jumped when he felt something hard press against the rim of his back hole.
“It’s the red one,” Sherlock said smugly.
“The red one?”
“Yes, surely the other day when you rummaged through my toy box, you noticed the long thin red plug? Eyes closed, John.”
John swallowed. How did Sherlock know he was about to open them? “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“Oh no! John I wouldn’t have sent you looking for my letter opener if I hadn’t wanted you see it.” Sherlock’s voice practically dripped with glee.
John paused and then laughed. “You wanted me to rummage around it then?”
Sherlock placed a kiss on John’s hip, and he could feel the smile on the taller man’s lips. “I thought it would be a good way to introduce you to my…collection. I could have just asked, but this,” he said as he began to move the plug in and out of John’s hole, “is much more interesting.”
“Won’t argue with that!” John said with a gasp.
“Tell me, how long has it been since you allowed anyone to play with this tempting orifice, hmm?”
John licked his lips. “A - rather long time.”
“Good.” Sherlock grinned and pushed the plug in to the base in one swift move, making John arch up off the bed.
John panted, eyes wide now and staring down his body at where Sherlock knelt between his legs. The brunet smirked at him and gave the plug a twist. John howled. Suddenly Sherlock pulled the toy out of his hole and lay down, long and lithe, pinning John to the bed.
“I’m going to have so much fun opening you up and introducing you to everything,” he breathed into John’s ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” John could feel Sherlock’s cock, hot and hard, prodding against his belly. “Please say yes, John. Please let me.”
John wrapped a leg around Sherlock’s hip and pushed it between his legs. He arched up into him, relishing in the contact. “Yessss,” he breathed. If Sherlock had asked, John would say that he didn’t even know what he was agreeing to. But as Sherlock bit down gently on John’s neck, he banished that question for a later time.
Sherlock breathed out against his neck and smiled as John reached down to grab one of Sherlock’s tempting arse cheeks. He gave is a nice squeeze and a playful smack,
“Naughty John,” Sherlock said with a lascivious smile as he pinned John’s hands above his head.
John’s breath hitched. He stared up into his lover’s eyes, breathing heavily. After a moment, John relaxed and let his legs fall open, laying himself out beneath Sherlock Holmes. At that, Sherlock leaned down and kissed him. It was surprisingly tender.
Sherlock let go of John’s wrists. He reached behind him and picked up a dildo. It was blue and had ridges up the length. He slicked it up and slowly pushed it into John’s hole.
“Ohhh,” John groaned.
“I’ll take that as a positive response?” Sherlock asked, letting his deep baritone wash over John.
“Fuck. Yes?” John whimpered.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes!” John cried out.
“Excellent.”
Sherlock grinned and began to move the toy, moving it in slow long thrusts. He watched, eyes glinting, as John’s cock turned red and hard.
“Please!” John pleaded.
“Please what?”
“Please…need more.”
Sherlock grinned. “I am willing to bet, John, that you could cum. Just. Like. This.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of the toy.
John whimpered and reached down for his shaft.
“Don’t even think about it,” Sherlock growled.
John blushed and dug his fingers into the sheets by his sides. “Ok,” he nodded.
“You’re going to cum with just this, John Watson.”
John shivered.
Sherlock smiled predatorily. “If I didn’t know better, not only are you thoroughly enjoying the feeling of something in your delectable arse, but I believe you are aroused by my voice.”
John whimpered.
“Are you?” Sherlock asked, keeping his hand moving the toy.
John bit his lip. His face flushed. “Yes,” he said softly. “Yes, ok? Your voice - it’s like - like audible sex.”
Sherlock chuckled lowly. “John. John John John....” Sherlock loomed over him. “I can’t wait to watch you fall apart.”
John swallowed. “Please, Sherlock.”
Sherlock twisted the toy in his arse. “You have no idea how delectable you are. Watching you like this, letting me play with your body….It’s almost overwhelming.”
John worried his lower lip between his teeth, whimpering.
“Do you think you’re close?” Sherlock asked in a low voice. His eyes flicked to where John’s shaft was hard and leaking.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“Interesting. We will need to play with this little kink of yours further.” Sherlock leaned over John’s head, still steadily fucking him with the toy. “Oh John…the things we can do together. I’m going to enjoy introducing you to all of the toys. You’re going to feel things you never have.” He watched intently, increasing the speed of the toy as he leaned forwards and said in John’s ear, “And John, we’re going to do it all together.”
John screamed, head thrown back. He came, his seed shooting across his belly.
Sherlock gently removed the toy from his body and wiped John’s skin.
“Holy crap,” John breathed.
“I see either idea of introducing toys has merit for you.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” John replied, as he pulled the man down for a kiss.
Recipient: bananahater336
Author: aeowen
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none, unless you count the use of toys and voice-porn
Summary: John finds a surprising collection in Sherlock’s dresser drawer.
“I said, can you please pass me my letter opener?”
“What, love?” John asked. He’d just walked into the room, but had a feeling as to where this was heading.
“34 minutes ago, I asked if you would please bring me my letter opener.”
“Just walked in, Sherlock,” John replied genially with an eye roll, as he put some water in the kettle for tea.
“It’s the Spanish one. It’s on the side table in my room.”
“And you can’t get up yourself and get it because….?”
“I’m thinking.” Sherlock was perched on the chair, finger tips just barely touching his lips, eyes focused across the room.
John shook his head. “Fine. Where is it again?”
“On the side table. Or in the top drawer in the dresser on the left side.”
Once in Sherlock’s bedroom, John easily saw that it wasn’t on the side table. He opened the second drawer and pushed a couple of folded pajamas around….and gasped. The letter opener was there (honestly, what was it doing there anyway?), and near it was a shoe box full of toys. Adult toys. Of all kinds.
John’s mouth fell open as he took in the dozen or so toys, ranging from large dildos to anal beads, nipple clamps, and vibrators. John stared at the drawer. He picked up a dildo that was still in the package. It had several bulbs along it. It was purple. He shook his head to clear it and slammed the drawer closed. Shaking his head, he walked back to the sitting room and handed Sherlock the letter opener.
How long, John wondered, had Sherlock been playing with them? The two of them had been dating (if running around crime scenes between romantic dinners counted as dating) for several months, and Sherlock had never said anything about toys.
John sat down with a cup of tea and pretended to read a book, mind focused on the small horde of toys in the next room. Why hadn’t Sherlock mentioned them - was he scared John would balk? How could John go about introducing that into their sex lives? What does one say - hi Sherlock, I thought I’d just use this on you since I found it in your drawer the other day?
“Something is perplexing you,” Sherlock said, eyes closed.
John smiled. “Nothing. Just thinking, that’s all.”
“Hmm.”
---
A week later, the boys of Baker Street were watching crap telly. “I don’t know why you bother watching when you know the outcome anyway,” John said, fondly kissing Sherlock’s neck.
“I suppose I find it entertaining,” Sherlock replied with a sigh as the show ended.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, love. Besides, if you’re bored….” John guided one of Sherlock’s hands to the bulge in his jeans.
Sherlock smirked, turning his sharp attention onto John. “Definitely not bored,” Sherlock murmured as he leaned over his flatmate, talented hands already working their way under John’s jumper and shirt. They found John’s nipples and gave each nub a sharp pinch.
“Sh-shouldn’t we move this to a bed. Your bed? Closer…” John managed, vaguely wondering if he could get close to the drawer and use one of those tempting toys on Sherlock’s gorgeous arse.
“Mmm, you’re brilliant,” Sherlock said as he suddenly jumped up, dragging John up with him and leading him down the hall.
Chuckling, John stripped off his jumper and shirt as he followed Sherlock. Once in the bedroom, John has a bit surprised when Sherlock gently pushed him back on the bed. So far, John had taken up the role of gently guiding their coupling, but he was happy to lie back and watch Sherlock efficiently strip down to his bare skin.
Sherlock eased John’s jeans and shorts off, revealing his half-hard cock. Locking eyes with him, Sherlock slipped his tongue out and licked around the tip. John hissed and arched up. Months before, John would never have guessed that Sherlock Holmes would know how to suck cock. He dug his hands into the blanket and held on as Sherlock took him deeper.
John was so wrapped up in the pleasurable feeling, that he was surprised when Sherlock slipped a finger slick with lube between his arse cheeks. He clenched up, having not bottomed for anyone in quite a long time.
“Shhh, John,” Sherlock murmured. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. Doesn’t my finger feel good?”
John closed his eyes, face flushing, and nodded. “Yes.”
Sherlock pushed two fingers inside, intently watching John’s face. “Do you trust me, John?”
“O-of course,” he replied a bit shakily.
“Then close your eyes. And keep them closed.”
John closed his eyes, his last vision of his lover looking up at him with grey eyes bright with lust and excitement. He felt Sherlock stand up and move around the room, and he tried to determine what the other man was doing. Then all sound stopped. John fought the urge to cover himself in the sudden silence.
“Sherlock?”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m watching you.”
John swallowed. His cock gave an interested jump. “Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful to watch.” John could almost hear the predatory smile as he felt the bed dip again between his legs. Sherlock’s hands guided John’s legs open farther and then up, leaving him open and exposed. He could imagine what he looked like, his hole held open for Sherlock’s eyes. Sherlock ran just the tips of one hand down John’s right flank.
John jumped when he felt something hard press against the rim of his back hole.
“It’s the red one,” Sherlock said smugly.
“The red one?”
“Yes, surely the other day when you rummaged through my toy box, you noticed the long thin red plug? Eyes closed, John.”
John swallowed. How did Sherlock know he was about to open them? “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“Oh no! John I wouldn’t have sent you looking for my letter opener if I hadn’t wanted you see it.” Sherlock’s voice practically dripped with glee.
John paused and then laughed. “You wanted me to rummage around it then?”
Sherlock placed a kiss on John’s hip, and he could feel the smile on the taller man’s lips. “I thought it would be a good way to introduce you to my…collection. I could have just asked, but this,” he said as he began to move the plug in and out of John’s hole, “is much more interesting.”
“Won’t argue with that!” John said with a gasp.
“Tell me, how long has it been since you allowed anyone to play with this tempting orifice, hmm?”
John licked his lips. “A - rather long time.”
“Good.” Sherlock grinned and pushed the plug in to the base in one swift move, making John arch up off the bed.
John panted, eyes wide now and staring down his body at where Sherlock knelt between his legs. The brunet smirked at him and gave the plug a twist. John howled. Suddenly Sherlock pulled the toy out of his hole and lay down, long and lithe, pinning John to the bed.
“I’m going to have so much fun opening you up and introducing you to everything,” he breathed into John’s ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” John could feel Sherlock’s cock, hot and hard, prodding against his belly. “Please say yes, John. Please let me.”
John wrapped a leg around Sherlock’s hip and pushed it between his legs. He arched up into him, relishing in the contact. “Yessss,” he breathed. If Sherlock had asked, John would say that he didn’t even know what he was agreeing to. But as Sherlock bit down gently on John’s neck, he banished that question for a later time.
Sherlock breathed out against his neck and smiled as John reached down to grab one of Sherlock’s tempting arse cheeks. He gave is a nice squeeze and a playful smack,
“Naughty John,” Sherlock said with a lascivious smile as he pinned John’s hands above his head.
John’s breath hitched. He stared up into his lover’s eyes, breathing heavily. After a moment, John relaxed and let his legs fall open, laying himself out beneath Sherlock Holmes. At that, Sherlock leaned down and kissed him. It was surprisingly tender.
Sherlock let go of John’s wrists. He reached behind him and picked up a dildo. It was blue and had ridges up the length. He slicked it up and slowly pushed it into John’s hole.
“Ohhh,” John groaned.
“I’ll take that as a positive response?” Sherlock asked, letting his deep baritone wash over John.
“Fuck. Yes?” John whimpered.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes!” John cried out.
“Excellent.”
Sherlock grinned and began to move the toy, moving it in slow long thrusts. He watched, eyes glinting, as John’s cock turned red and hard.
“Please!” John pleaded.
“Please what?”
“Please…need more.”
Sherlock grinned. “I am willing to bet, John, that you could cum. Just. Like. This.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of the toy.
John whimpered and reached down for his shaft.
“Don’t even think about it,” Sherlock growled.
John blushed and dug his fingers into the sheets by his sides. “Ok,” he nodded.
“You’re going to cum with just this, John Watson.”
John shivered.
Sherlock smiled predatorily. “If I didn’t know better, not only are you thoroughly enjoying the feeling of something in your delectable arse, but I believe you are aroused by my voice.”
John whimpered.
“Are you?” Sherlock asked, keeping his hand moving the toy.
John bit his lip. His face flushed. “Yes,” he said softly. “Yes, ok? Your voice - it’s like - like audible sex.”
Sherlock chuckled lowly. “John. John John John....” Sherlock loomed over him. “I can’t wait to watch you fall apart.”
John swallowed. “Please, Sherlock.”
Sherlock twisted the toy in his arse. “You have no idea how delectable you are. Watching you like this, letting me play with your body….It’s almost overwhelming.”
John worried his lower lip between his teeth, whimpering.
“Do you think you’re close?” Sherlock asked in a low voice. His eyes flicked to where John’s shaft was hard and leaking.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“Interesting. We will need to play with this little kink of yours further.” Sherlock leaned over John’s head, still steadily fucking him with the toy. “Oh John…the things we can do together. I’m going to enjoy introducing you to all of the toys. You’re going to feel things you never have.” He watched intently, increasing the speed of the toy as he leaned forwards and said in John’s ear, “And John, we’re going to do it all together.”
John screamed, head thrown back. He came, his seed shooting across his belly.
Sherlock gently removed the toy from his body and wiped John’s skin.
“Holy crap,” John breathed.
“I see either idea of introducing toys has merit for you.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” John replied, as he pulled the man down for a kiss.