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.
[ For all intents and purposes, it seemed this 'relationship' of their's had been more of a sexual one. It wasn't a bad thing - quite the contrary, really. All this tension had been building up between them, probably from day one - not that either of them had known it then, of course. There were still many things left unsaid - and John wasn't entirely sure they were an official 'couple' yet, even if people who didn't know them just seemed to assume as such. All these things were not bothering the doctor right now, of course - maybe later, he'd wonder about them, but for right now, he was too busy being deliciously tortured and tormented by this man who was quite the expert when it came to shagging his flatmate. John's groan was probably louder, and certainly more high-pitched, when Sherlock took the length of him inside. ] Christ... fuck, fuck, fuck! [ Yep. Eloquent language failed him when everything felt this damn good. ]
[That was when the riding crop came back into play. Sherlock reached over, taking it by the handle and would gently place it against the doctor's lips in a motion to settle down the man's cries. Not that he didn't appreciate them of course, but simply because Sherlock liked being the one in control. And well... if he was riding, now would seem the best time to utilize it.]
Might want to quiet it down a couple notches there love. Don't want the neighbors to start talking. [The oh so devious detective would smirk, letting the leather tip of the crop slide down some only to give the slightest little tap to John's cheek.]
[ Oh yes, the riding crop. John had somehow managed to forget about that. His brow raised when he suddenly found the crop upon his lips... and then sliding down his cheek for that one, little tap. It might have made him jump just a bit, both in surprise, and anticipation of what it promised was yet to come. A grown man such as himself wasn't a stranger to bedroom activities... but this was yet another new experience to add to the evening's festivities. ] Somehow... I don't think that's going to, ah, help me quiet it down, Sherlock.
[In truth, no, it wouldn't help at all to quiet the doctor down no matter how convincing Sherlock could be with his little toy. The detective would lick his lips, lifting himself up some only to come down on his lap again. His motioned were a bit slow, though only at first, still getting a feel for the other's girth. A few strained groans would pass through parted lips. Sherlock leaned forward some and placed his hands to John's chest, now gripping onto the leather handle of his riding crop. His head would drop down so that he could watch the doctor writhing beneath him.]
[ As if to prove that point, John whimpered out a few moans as well, every time Sherlock came down upon him. He didn't think he could possibly ever become tired of how amazingly tight the other felt, all around him, and the way it furthered his arousal. His head fell back rather forcefully against the headboard again, back arching with every thrust. Sherlock surely would not be disappointed with the performance. ]
[Well in that case, the detective would have to lean forward and claim the man's lips for his own. If not for anything else, then at least he'd be able to muffle down the doctor's cries as Sherlock would grind against the man's lap. He'd release a quieted moan when he leaned in, now feeling his own arousal come in contact and rub up against the other's stomach in the process. Wasn't quite expecting that but it seemed to serve him well enough. The detectives arms would come around the smaller man as he practically clung onto his form.]
[ And yet John still fought helplessly against his restraints, as if he'd possibly be able to pull free of them. It was just so instinctual to wrap his own arms around the warm, slender form... or reach out and grasp that hardened arousal not pressing against his stomach. There was just so...much... touching that he wanted to do, but simply couldn't. It was frustrating, to say the very least. He gave a sort of resigned 'mmmf' against Sherlock's lips, closing his eyes and melting into that kiss nonetheless. He even nipped down on the other's bottom lip, taking advantage while he could. His toes curled into the bed with the aching pleasure that coursed through his entire body, really, back arching to meet the other, and pull him inexplicably closer. ]
[When the other would arch his back up like that it sent the most pleasurable jolt of sensation through him, having hit a particular spot that forced a fairly loud response from the detective. And here he was trying to keep the doctor more silent. Sherlock would push himself up, curling back a bit as his back arched at an elegant angle while going for that same miraculous little spot again. Moving faster and faster as their two bodies gained up a healthy rhythm and working together beautifully. His own cries grew louder each time till finally that overwhelming moment washed over and completely took over all his senses. The shock wave of release sent caused the detective's body to quake and tremble all over only to leave him utterly exasperated and panting hard.]
[ There was really keeping the doctor quiet, his cries mixing together with the detective's in a loud chorus. It really was a wonder that he'd been able to hold on for this long. They really have a good momentum going, his back arching to meet the other's with each thrust. But the combination of thrusting, and Sherlock's very verbal response finally brought him over that edge. Struggling against the restraints, as he rose out those waves of pleasure, it was as if his entire body was completely aware, and on fire with sensations of pure bliss. His entire body trembled as he came back down, breathing heavily, head falling back. ]
That... was... [ He laughed just a bit, shaking his head. ] Well, I don't know how to describe it. Torture. Gratifying, amazing, brilliant... torture.
[It took him a moment, still a bit shaky as he moved just enough to bring them apart. He couldn't really help but to smirk at that.] I believe you already said torture.
[Sherlock sat himself up some as he looked down at his ever so obedient little test subject who performed very well during this experiment. Though now would have probably been a bad time to mention he didn't have a key for the handcuffs. That must have completely slipped his mind when he stole them from Lestrade in the first place.] Now ah... you just wait here. Well, not like you can really go anywhere, but you know what I mean. [The detective reached over the bed to quickly pull his pants back on without giving John much of an explanation on the matter.]
Suppose I'm at a loss for words at the moment. [ He smirked in some amusement. His smile began to falter, however, with what Sherlock said next. John's brow furrowed some in suspicion as the watched the other change. ]
Sherlock, what are you...? [ John strained against the handcuffs a bit... before sighing, and letting his head fall back. ] You don't have the keys, do you. [ It wasn't a question. ] That's... just brilliant.
[It didn't take him very long to return as Sherlock promptly settled himself on top of John again. The man made a very good seat but besides that, it was practical for what he had to do. Now setting the small lock picking kit aside. Handcuffs were fairly easy to get through if you knew what you were doing.]
Ah there we go. See? Problem solved. [There was a small clink noise when he managed to unlock the cuffs. Took almost no time at all really.] That's going to leave a mark.
[ John just half-smiled dryly as he waited oh-so-patiently for the detective to unlock his handcuffs. Once they were free, he pulled his arms back around... and groaned just lightly as he stretched the somewhat sore muscles, hearing a definitive popping in his joints as well. Rubbing his wrists, he laid his head back against the pillows... and chuckled lightly. ]
Sherlock, you will never cease to surprise me. I think, perhaps, next time you should be the test subject.
Hnn? [Sherlock kept his position, only moving forward enough as he places a hand at each side of John so he could look down to him with a curious arch of his brow.]
Ah, role reversal. Should prove interesting. [There was a faint curve at the edge of his lips which threatened to turn to a slight smirk. Showing some obvious intrigue at the man's words.] Ohh, or better yet, we can always play 'doctor'.
[ With his wrists free, John is finally able to touch Sherlock. Of course, now he's exhausted from that exciting little experience... so he brings up his fingers to gently brush those dark curls back from the other's forehead. He chuckled at Sherlock's suggestion, letting his hands come to rest lightly upon the man's lean thighs. ]
Oh, I think we could do a combination of both, really.
[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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Might want to quiet it down a couple notches there love. Don't want the neighbors to start talking. [The oh so devious detective would smirk, letting the leather tip of the crop slide down some only to give the slightest little tap to John's cheek.]
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That... was... [ He laughed just a bit, shaking his head. ] Well, I don't know how to describe it. Torture. Gratifying, amazing, brilliant... torture.
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[Sherlock sat himself up some as he looked down at his ever so obedient little test subject who performed very well during this experiment. Though now would have probably been a bad time to mention he didn't have a key for the handcuffs. That must have completely slipped his mind when he stole them from Lestrade in the first place.] Now ah... you just wait here. Well, not like you can really go anywhere, but you know what I mean. [The detective reached over the bed to quickly pull his pants back on without giving John much of an explanation on the matter.]
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Sherlock, what are you...? [ John strained against the handcuffs a bit... before sighing, and letting his head fall back. ] You don't have the keys, do you. [ It wasn't a question. ] That's... just brilliant.
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[It didn't take him very long to return as Sherlock promptly settled himself on top of John again. The man made a very good seat but besides that, it was practical for what he had to do. Now setting the small lock picking kit aside. Handcuffs were fairly easy to get through if you knew what you were doing.]
Ah there we go. See? Problem solved. [There was a small clink noise when he managed to unlock the cuffs. Took almost no time at all really.] That's going to leave a mark.
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Sherlock, you will never cease to surprise me. I think, perhaps, next time you should be the test subject.
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Ah, role reversal. Should prove interesting. [There was a faint curve at the edge of his lips which threatened to turn to a slight smirk. Showing some obvious intrigue at the man's words.] Ohh, or better yet, we can always play 'doctor'.
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Oh, I think we could do a combination of both, really.
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