HOW DID I ALMOST MISS THIS. Also, not lying, totes got a 10.deducing_freakOctober 3 2011, 03:55:28 UTC
John...
[The familiar voice came from the detective would was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and dangling a set of shiny metal handcuffs from his finger. This may or may not have been a good sign.]
I swiped these from Lestrade the other day. Let me test them out on you, I'm bored. [Then there was a pause as if he was thinking over something in his head for a quick second.] Actually no.. you're not doing anything important are you? I'm just going to do it anyway.
YAY YOU FOUND ME. AND OMG WHERE DID YOU GET THAT ICON xD SO MUCH LOVEmightbebloggingOctober 3 2011, 04:41:51 UTC
[ The good doctor, meanwhile, was not really doing anything important. He was currently sitting on his their bed, legs stretched out in front of him, and laptop situated on his lap. He was, of course, working on his blog. John usually did this downstairs, but that Sunday afternoon just called for being lazy. ] Hm? What are you going on about?
[ He didn't look up right away, you see. John had a habit of getting wrapped up in his blog, or replying to comments his loyal 'fans' left. However, Sherlock's words click in his mind, and when he looks up.... his brow raises in surprise. ] Sherlock. Those are handcuffs.
THE INTERNET. I knew I was gunna need a handcuff icon for some reason.deducing_freakOctober 3 2011, 04:57:46 UTC
Why yes, yes they are. How very observant of you John, I'm so proud. [That was sarcasm, but it was playful sarcasm. There's a difference. But it might not be a good thing to know that the detective was in a playful mood.]
Here now, let's just set this out of the way. [Sherlock moves over, taking the laptop and putting to the end table before lifting a leg to straddle across John's lap.] I'm feeling adventurous and I want to experiment with some sensory deprivation. Ideally, those amazing hands of yours.
[ Oh yes, he is finding himself a bit wary in the face of such playfulness from a high-functioning sociopath. John might have pouted a bit when his laptop was taken away from him - ] Sherlock, I wasn't at a good stopping point... [ But there was really no stopping the other man when he got something into his head like this. Because then the other was straddling him and stating his intentions. ]
Ah, I... see. That would mean I would have to completely trust you, then, wouldn't it?
[He was sort of listening to the doctor when he spoke, but mostly Sherlock was focused on obtaining the man's wrists. Now pulling John's arms up behind his head as he snapped the handcuffs on and bound him to the headboard.] Hm? You never had a problem trusting me before. I don't see how now would be any different. [He'll leaned forward, only centimeters from the doctor's face as he checked the restraints. Didn't want to make them too tight.] Comfy there, dear?
[ Oh, John was fully aware of what Sherlock was doing there, but he wasn't putting up much of a fight. Really wasn't fighting the other man at all, really. Just verbally protesting a little. Weakly. There's something quite thrilling about it all, really. It was a new experience for them. ] Yes, but this is a bit different. I'll be quite, ehm... vulnerable. [ Before he knows whats happened, however... his hands are bound behind and to the headboard, quite trapped. Narrowing his eyes slightly at the detective, with a 'why am I letting you do this I hope I don't regret this' look, he nodded. ] You better not lose the key, Sherlock. I'm not keen on being stuck like this... or, even worse, you having to call Lestrade to get me out of this. Knowing him... [ A sigh. ] He would probably take pictures.
Key.. [Oh right, locks require keys don't they.] Oh well that doesn't matter right now. Besides, lock picking is one of my specialties. [And with that he simply kisses the top of John's head before sort of inching himself further down the man's legs. Sherlock's hand are busily and easily unhooking the doctor's belt as he slips it off from around his waist. That goes next to him on the bed. Just in case he decides to use it later.]
RIDING CROP >D Oh, that scene. mightbebloggingOctober 3 2011, 06:19:54 UTC
[ John sighs, not too keen on the possibility of there not being a set of keys to free him... but it allows another level of danger to the entire thing, doesn't it? He narrows his eyes a bit as he watches his detective at work, absently wondering about the belt... and already goosebumps might be forming on his arms. He flexes his hands a bit, bound behind his back. ] You're going to take your time with this, aren't you?
Heeeee x3 poor poooor Johndeducing_freakOctober 3 2011, 06:30:02 UTC
Only to add to the suspense factor.
[Sherlock answers without bothering to look up, though the smirk is pretty evident on his face.] This may hurt me more then it hurts you. I have to will myself to hold back from getting too ahead of myself, while you... well you simply don't have a choice in the matter. [Once the pants are undone, he'll just slide them down the doctor's legs before he climbs off.]
Let me know if your hands start to go numb, that may be a deal breaker. [He says that while taking his jacket off and now working on the buttons of his shirt as he glances over to the doctor obviously searching for reactions.]
Oh, I imagine it will be a bit painful for me as well. I get to watch you, after all, but no touch... but you do control the pacing, so yes. Might want to go slow.
[ The pants are soon gone, his legs quite bare, and John bites his lower lip slightly, his eyes never leaving the other man. Of course, it will be hard watching him undress, knowing he can't touch the other. So tempting. But he continues to smile steadily. ] I assure you, my hands are just fine.
Oh alright, good. I'll want to utilize them later and I'd feel terrible if I managed to damage the nerves in those hands I do so enjoy. [With the shirt gone and easily tossed aside to be tended to later, Sherlock reaches down to remove his pants. But he realizes something while he's looking down.]
Hm..? I thought I left that in here... ah wait, no, hallway. Excuse me. [It's only about a minute before the detective steps back in with the riding crop in hand. Pants now loosely hanging from his hip as he looks to the doctor.] Let's see... where to begin...
[ John is, of course, somewhat concerned and curious when the detective leaves the room to retrieve something he's forgotten. Though he's only gone for about a minute, its enough to build up the suspense... until he returns. With a riding crop. John had seen it lying around before, but always thought it was for experiments, and that sort of thing. Or something. Now... oh, his imagination was running wild. He swallows hard, eyes glancing from the riding crop, then back up to Sherlock's face. There's anticipation there, both of pleasure and pain. A thrilling combination, really. ]
Gotta call it nights for now. I'll catch ya later hun~deducing_freakOctober 3 2011, 07:33:12 UTC
It would seem, wouldn't it. [Actually, it was in situations like these that the obviously dominant one really didn't have all that much power to claim. Well, if they were considerate of their partners that is. Sherlock sort of teeters on that border more often then not. He idly chews on the very tip of the crop as he walks around to the end of the bed, giving the doctor's mostly exposed form a good looking over. Sherlock licks the corner of his lips. The end of the crop would only lightly graze the bottom of John's foot before traveling up the inside of his calf and to his thigh.]
[ Just watching Sherlock is strangely erotic. Seeing the man pondering his first move, wondering what's going on in that intricate mind of his, and watching the end of the riding crop being handled like by his teeth, and his mouth. And yes, John felt vulnerable, as his lover just looked him over like that as well. When the crop begins grazing his feet, then up his leg... he can't help it. He giggles just a bit. What? It tickles. The crop leaves goosebumps behind in his wake, of course. ]
Hmn..? [There's a faint smirk to his lips, the detective is more then pleased with the other's reactions.] You're very receptive, did you know that?
[Sherlock places a knee on the end of the bed at first. He'll place the crop to trail down the inside of the other thigh now, still just as amused with the reaction he gets. This is fun.]
Am I? [ He manages, doing his best to withhold further giggles as that crop rides up his other thigh. John has to bite his lower lip, gaze meeting Sherlock's. ] Huh.
[The familiar voice came from the detective would was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and dangling a set of shiny metal handcuffs from his finger. This may or may not have been a good sign.]
I swiped these from Lestrade the other day. Let me test them out on you, I'm bored. [Then there was a pause as if he was thinking over something in his head for a quick second.] Actually no.. you're not doing anything important are you? I'm just going to do it anyway.
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[ He didn't look up right away, you see. John had a habit of getting wrapped up in his blog, or replying to comments his loyal 'fans' left. However, Sherlock's words click in his mind, and when he looks up.... his brow raises in surprise. ] Sherlock. Those are handcuffs.
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Here now, let's just set this out of the way. [Sherlock moves over, taking the laptop and putting to the end table before lifting a leg to straddle across John's lap.] I'm feeling adventurous and I want to experiment with some sensory deprivation. Ideally, those amazing hands of yours.
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Ah, I... see. That would mean I would have to completely trust you, then, wouldn't it?
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[Sherlock answers without bothering to look up, though the smirk is pretty evident on his face.] This may hurt me more then it hurts you. I have to will myself to hold back from getting too ahead of myself, while you... well you simply don't have a choice in the matter. [Once the pants are undone, he'll just slide them down the doctor's legs before he climbs off.]
Let me know if your hands start to go numb, that may be a deal breaker. [He says that while taking his jacket off and now working on the buttons of his shirt as he glances over to the doctor obviously searching for reactions.]
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[ The pants are soon gone, his legs quite bare, and John bites his lower lip slightly, his eyes never leaving the other man. Of course, it will be hard watching him undress, knowing he can't touch the other. So tempting. But he continues to smile steadily. ] I assure you, my hands are just fine.
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Hm..? I thought I left that in here... ah wait, no, hallway. Excuse me. [It's only about a minute before the detective steps back in with the riding crop in hand. Pants now loosely hanging from his hip as he looks to the doctor.] Let's see... where to begin...
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[ John is, of course, somewhat concerned and curious when the detective leaves the room to retrieve something he's forgotten. Though he's only gone for about a minute, its enough to build up the suspense... until he returns. With a riding crop. John had seen it lying around before, but always thought it was for experiments, and that sort of thing. Or something. Now... oh, his imagination was running wild. He swallows hard, eyes glancing from the riding crop, then back up to Sherlock's face. There's anticipation there, both of pleasure and pain. A thrilling combination, really. ]
I'm... at your mercy, it would seem.
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[Sherlock places a knee on the end of the bed at first. He'll place the crop to trail down the inside of the other thigh now, still just as amused with the reaction he gets. This is fun.]
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