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.
Oh yes. But that's good. It's be boring if you only sat there blandly.
[He's just going to set the crop aside, for now at least, plenty of time to be using that later. The detective wants to get a feel for the man himself. Now crawling over the doctor's legs, he'll promptly settle himself on John's lap int he same straddled position as earlier. His hands move gracefully as they trace over his sides and move up under his shirt.]
[ John certainly won't disappoint him, then When the other man straddles his bare lap, and those hands move up his shirt, he can't help but squirm. His skin was already on fire with that touch, so familiar, but also so new. Its a strange feeling, really, not being able to return the touch. It was a very new sort of torture, and exciting at that. He closed his eyes, mouth falling open a bit, and hands tightening in those cuffs behind his back. ]
That's, ehm... that's something, isn't it? [ He laughed a little. ]
M'hm. [The detective only nods his head some. It's apparent that he's already aroused by this little experiment, the evidence being the hardened erection which was pressed against the inside of his pants. But he pays it no mind for now as Sherlock leans in to lick along the side of John's neck all the way to his ear.] It's proven that in the absence of one sense, the others heighten and intensify. [His' breath is warm, breathing against the doctor's ear as he speaks softly.]
[ Oh, John is quite aware of Sherlock's erection, and it only furthers to harden his own. The doctor leans his head back against the headboard, stifling a slight moan that's already making its way up his throat. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to last all that long! Then again, its a very new experiment for him. Even the detective's voice is arousing him. ]
Very good. [Though he really didn't need to ask how the progress of this test was going. Even the lightest little touches were getting the doctor heated up beautifully. Sherlock truly did enjoy displaying his dominance. As a small reward, he'll graze the other's lips with a gentle and somewhat teasing kiss before sitting himself up a bit further. His chest was only a few short inches from the doctor's face and that all too obvious arousal was snugly pressed against his stomach. Sherlock gazes down to John as his arms nearly wrap around the mans head so that his hands can come to play through the light tresses of hair.]
I'm beginning to see how this is something of a double-edged sword for the person in my position... [ He countered thoughtfully, his body practically aching for the chance to run his hands all over the slender man atop him. Sherlock's erection was begging for it, after all. The only thing the doctor can really do is return that kiss before the other is pulling away again, and playing with his hair. Even that alone, usually such a relaxing little thing, is arousing. Alright, fine, anything Sherlock does right now is going to continue arousing him further. ]
It's so sadistically delicious isn't it? [Sherlock all too proud about having is very own little test subject. John always did display the best reactions to his advances. And just the fact the dark haired man could play with him all he wanted was just a bonus. Sherlock would move down some so that he could lay a kiss to John's forehead before moving back some more. His mouth would call claim to the doctor's neck again, sucking hard and even pressing his teeth to the flesh with only enough force to leave a nice little darkened mark there.]
[ Oh shut up, John can't help it, and if you were in his position, you'd be the same way. In fact, they'll have to switch positions next time. The doctor will have so much fun turning the tables on the detective. But for now, he's too caught up in sensations and a real, honest to God aching in his body to worry about anything else. ]
Always suspected you were an evil man, Sherlock. [ He agrees, whimpering, yes, whimpering just a bit at the feel of sucking and teeth on his neck. Another mark? Thanks very much. ]
[There's that all too familiar devious grin on his face, just out of view for John to see.] Oh I wouldn't say evil. Maybe.. more like a chaotic neutral if anything. Unpredictable is more like it.
[You're quite welcome for that little mark. Should look nice by tomorrow morning. Now once Sherlock is satisfied with that he decided it's time to show some mercy to his subject who's been such a good participant so far. He'll inch his way down, further and further, his hand coming around the base of John's erection as he places a kiss against his hip. He'll cast those blue eyes up at him for a brief moment, that small smirk showing itself again before his tongue comes to lick the sensitive flesh of his arousal.]
And I'm off! I'll take care of missed tags tomorrow. <33mightbebloggingOctober 4 2011, 05:59:15 UTC
Quite unpredictable, yes. Never imagined we'd be doing, erm... this. Suppose I shouldn't have put it past you, of course. [ His words are somewhat strained, and slow in coming, but clearly its only going to get worse - or better, perhaps - from there. John's eyes don't dare leave Sherlock as he moves down his body. His hand encircling the doctor's erection causes him to gasp sharply. Its such a simple touch, really, but as vulnerable as he is, as much as he wanted it, its quite overpowering. He can only imagine what's in store next, but that still doesn't prepare him for the feel of that glorious tongue. It causes John's body to actually pitch forward a bit, back arching, and wrists jerking against the restraints that hold him there. Its as if his body is moving of its own accord, really. Oh, he'll undoubtedly have marks on his wrists, too, but now is certainly not the time to worry about that. A moan escaped his lips, too, there was really no stopping that. And all Sherlock had done was lick it. ] Oh, that's... just not fair.
Hmmn? [Oh now that was enjoyable to watch. This type of power trip had it's own gratifications. To think that such a simple little move could cause John's body to convulse all over like that. Sherlock grin, closing his eyes as his tongue will trace over the hardened shaft again, feeling the others body twitch in anticipation. His eyes open for just a quick second, watching as each muscle reacts all because of his doing. He'll close his eyes eyes again before taking the other man into his mouth. There may have been a muffled humm here or there as he sucked on the overly stimulated arousal of his flatmate.]
Our boys arealways so horny. >DmightbebloggingOctober 4 2011, 18:09:23 UTC
[ It was a purely physical reaction, really - his erection twitching, so very alive thanks to the touch of that very alive, very real tongue. Leaning his head back, closing his eyes, John let out another whimpering groan. Power trip, indeed. He was at Sherlock's mercy whether he liked it or not. Not that it wasn't pleasurable, of course. ]
Aha... oh, fuck, Sherlock... that's good. [ Those helpless words escaped his lips when the detective's mouth took his length in fully, his breathing quickened. Pulse racing, blood rushing in his ears - it was all the tell-tale, physical signs of someone in his condition, but seemingly amplified all the more by the simple fact that he was a slave to these passions. He's definitely straining against his cuffs now, hips arching towards that much appreciated mouth. ]
It's your fault. You bring out the worst in me. And by worst, I mean best. Good job.deducing_freakOctober 5 2011, 02:24:46 UTC
[It was such a delight really, whenever the light haired man would writhe like that and he'd get the chance to glance up at him. Watching, always observing and taking in every bit of information he could, because this was useful. To him anyway. For future reference. Sherlock would register every little movement and sound the doctor made according to what stimuli he introduced to the man's body. The mention of his name being breathed out like that would result a deep sounding purr which reverberated in his throat only to be passed on to his experiment partner. The detective would push his head down a bit further, taking the man's oh so anxious erection into his mouth deeper.]
<3! My dear, the feelings are entirely mutual.mightbebloggingOctober 5 2011, 03:43:31 UTC
[ And what a willing test subject John Watson was turning out to be. Not that he had much choice in the matter, mind you, but he wasn't complaining. That purr was like velvet, and he could have sworn he felt those very reverberations move down his body in a shiver, magnified tenfold. He always had thought there was something distinctly cat-like about the ever graceful detective. It was something he both envied and loved about Sherlock. Another groan left his lips as his partner took him in even deeper, his tongue doing marvelous things whether or not he realized it. The entire experience was so incredibly erotic, that some small semblance of thought the doctor had left in his brain knew he wouldn't be able to last too much longer. ]
[When the detective would finally pull away, albeit slowly as his teeth would graze across the overly sensitive flesh, now licking the corner of his lips up as Sherlock looked back up at him. All this testing and teasing had worked him up something fierce. It was still a bit strange to him though, how in such a short amount of time he had become so comfortable with this doctor of his. Not that it was a bad thing, goodness knows he probably needed this kind of outlet for all his frustrations that the world set upon him, but he was still trying to get a sort of feel out this whole relationship thing they had going. Meanwhile he'd manage to rid himself of his trousers, letting the garment fall to the floor as he crawled back into the doctors lap. A devious grin played across his face when he reached back to take hold of the man's arousal again and slowly eased himself onto him with a low groan.]
[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's just going to set the crop aside, for now at least, plenty of time to be using that later. The detective wants to get a feel for the man himself. Now crawling over the doctor's legs, he'll promptly settle himself on John's lap int he same straddled position as earlier. His hands move gracefully as they trace over his sides and move up under his shirt.]
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That's, ehm... that's something, isn't it? [ He laughed a little. ]
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Oh yes, they're definitely heightened and... intensified, yes.
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Always suspected you were an evil man, Sherlock. [ He agrees, whimpering, yes, whimpering just a bit at the feel of sucking and teeth on his neck. Another mark? Thanks very much. ]
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[You're quite welcome for that little mark. Should look nice by tomorrow morning. Now once Sherlock is satisfied with that he decided it's time to show some mercy to his subject who's been such a good participant so far. He'll inch his way down, further and further, his hand coming around the base of John's erection as he places a kiss against his hip. He'll cast those blue eyes up at him for a brief moment, that small smirk showing itself again before his tongue comes to lick the sensitive flesh of his arousal.]
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Aha... oh, fuck, Sherlock... that's good. [ Those helpless words escaped his lips when the detective's mouth took his length in fully, his breathing quickened. Pulse racing, blood rushing in his ears - it was all the tell-tale, physical signs of someone in his condition, but seemingly amplified all the more by the simple fact that he was a slave to these passions. He's definitely straining against his cuffs now, hips arching towards that much appreciated mouth. ]
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