Sherlock Holmes: Punch Drunk
Title: Punch Drunk
Characters: Watson/Holmes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 900
Warnings: rough sex
Disclaimer: Um... I don't own the Punch Bowl.
Summary: Holmes is desperate for Watson after a boxing match.
Notes: Don't look for a plot -- there isn't one. *Reposted from the kinkmeme.
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As soon as Watson entered the small, spare room over the Punch Bowl, Holmes grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back into the open door, slamming it shut with the doctor's body. Too damned long! he thought as he pressed his mouth hard against Watson's. The other man's discreet wait before following had felt unbearably long.
"Holmes," Watson began to protest, but Holmes took advantage of his open mouth to push in his tongue. "Mm... Holmes, wait!" Watson managed to get a hand between them to push the detective back a couple of inches.
"No," Holmes said, rubbing his already hard cock against Watson's thigh and nipping at his lower lip. "I want you now," he growled, repeating the motion of his hips.
Watson's resistance crumbled. With his own, more savage growl, he grabbed Holmes' bare shoulders and pushed him against the wall next to the door. There was a clash of teeth against lips as he covered Holmes' mouth with his own. As their tongues tangled against each other, Holmes' hands busied themselves roughly unfastening and pulling the suspenders from Watson's shoulders. He hooked a leg around one of the other man's, bringing their groins into close contact. With small thrusts of his hips, Holmes rubbed himself against Watson's half-erect cock, quickly bringing the other man to full hardness.
"Fuck," Watson groaned, pulling back slightly. He gripped one of Holmes' hands and moved it to the detective's mouth. Holmes took the hint and drew two of his own fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on them as Watson's hands made short work of removing the loose trousers Holmes wore when boxing. "Get yourself ready." Watson's words were clipped, his voice rough.
Holmes obediently pulled his fingers out of his mouth, lowered them, and pushed them slowly into his own opening. He kept his eyes on Watson, watching the doctor feverishly strip himself as Holmes' fingers slid in, around, apart, and deeper, ever so slightly slicking and stretching himself. "Hurry," he moaned as one of his fingernails grazed his prostate.
"A moment," was the husky reply. Watson's lips pursed as he strived to work up moisture in an apparently dry mouth. He then spat into his palm and swiftly stroked that saliva and the fluid already leaking from the tip over the length of his cock. "A moment," he repeated as he prepared to spit again.
"Now!" Holmes grasped Watson's shoulders and pulled the man back to him. He wrapped a leg around Watson's hip and gave his own hips another little thrust.
With an incoherent noise somewhere between a purr and a snarl, Watson leaned against the wall with one hand and used the other to place the tip of his erection against Holmes' entrance. With another growly purr, this time against Holmes' ear, Watson began to slowly push himself in.
That sound undid Holmes completely. With his own animal noise, he lowered his hips, pushing himself down on Watson's cock and impaling himself nearly to the balls. He could feel a slight tearing inside, but it was nothing compared to the punishment he had just received in the boxing ring.
No. It was better than nothing. It was Watson and it was ecstasy.
"Move," Holmes commanded, voice incomprehensible with lust. But the insistent tugging of his hands communicated his need to Watson. The doctor gave that last little thrust to push himself fully in before withdrawing and thrusting all the way in again with one stroke. "Harder," Holmes nearly whined, throwing his head back and exposing his throat, "faster..."
With a biting kiss to Holmes' Adam's apple, Watson complied. He began thrusting into Holmes hard and fast. His free hand went to the leg at his hip to lever it up higher, give himself better access.
Holmes took his lower lip in between his teeth, striving with minimal success to hold back the cries that escaped him every time one of Watson's thrusts hit his prostate. He tightened the hold of his left hand around Watson's shoulder as his right went down to his own cock to begin pumping, as best as he could, in time with Watson's thrusts.
"Wat-son," he gasped. "Ki... kiss..." Once again, Watson understood and he again brought their lips together. Holmes cried out into Watson's mouth as he came, and again as he felt Watson's release inside him. The shuddering of their combined orgasms was too much for them and they both sank to the floor. Holmes gave a third gasping cry of pleasure and pain as the motion withdrew Watson's cock.
Fuck. It took many moments for Holmes' breath and thoughts to recover themselves. When they had done so enough, he looked up to meet Watson's gaze. The doctor's blue eyes were filled with an intriguing mix of lust and concern as they looked at Holmes, taking in the sweat, grit, and darkening bruises of the boxing match, the white fluid splashed across his chest, and the semen tinged pink with blood that leaked from his anus.
A warm hand cupped Holmes' cheek. "You push yourself too hard, Holmes." The detective put his own hand to the back of Watson's head and he gently pulled the doctor toward him for a languid kiss.
When that kiss eventually came to an end, Holmes smiled and said, "That's why I retain the services of a most excellent doctor."
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Ah... the first consensual porn (that wasn't a non-con roleplay) that I was ever complimented on. It will hold a special place in my heart.