Fill: Road to New Roissy 5a/?voyeurineDecember 9 2011, 14:58:50 UTC
Mycroft squirmed as the object (dildo, wrong shape for a butt plug) was slowly and carefully pressed into his body. When it grazed his prostate, he gave a full-body shudder and whimpered in pleasure. It feels so fucking good, so good….
Then hips nudged against his upturned buttocks and he momentarily stilled in surprise. Wriggling backwards, he detected leather fastenings across her waist and thighs. A strap-on!
Firm, leather-covered breasts flattened against his damp back and strong arms encircled his middle. “Mycroft Holmes,” she sighed into his shoulder before biting it. “Said to be the most brilliant man in England. Smarter than his brother Sherlock. I know all about you. Have you deduced yet that I’m going to fuck your arse until you wonder where I’ve been all your life?”
Mycroft wasn’t shocked that she knew his name. But Sherlock’s? Was she a friend of his younger brother’s or, worse, an enemy? Then something occurred to him: Gregory’s given her a script. Told her what to say. Of course.“You think someone’s written me a
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 5b/?voyeurineDecember 9 2011, 15:02:06 UTC
She bit him again, this time on the neck. Mycroft sighed and surrendered to the pleasure-pain. He’d worry about the source of her information later. If she was here, she had to be a society member, and traceable for future investigation. Right now he wanted Lestrade to see how much he was enjoying himself.
When Irene thrust into him a third time he pushed back and rotated his hips. He heard her gasp, and smiled around the gag. Felt good against your clit, did it? Without giving her a chance to collect herself, Mycroft ground against her more intensely. He felt her thighs tremble and her nails dig into his chest
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 6b/?voyeurineDecember 10 2011, 19:41:32 UTC
Warning: faint aura of Holmescest
He touched me too, and not to shove or punch me. Mycroft’s nipples throbbed at the memory. No wonder he hadn’t immediately recognized his own brother’s hands; they hadn’t handled each other kindly since their childhood. He was also naked in Sherlock’s presence for the first time since they grew too old for the nannies to bathe them together. He should feel anxious and exposed. So why didn’t he
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 6a/?voyeurineDecember 11 2011, 12:57:29 UTC
Warning: a little more advanced Holmescest....
Sherlock stood, unbuckled his belt with quivering fingers, and lowered his trousers and boxers. Keeping his eyes on the floor and blushing despite his stoic expression, he started to lean forward, but Mycroft grabbed his wrists and pulled him down across his lap.
Incredible! That came to me a little too naturally.
He could feel his brother’s erection pressing against his thigh, and marveled. How on earth had Sherlock ever agreed to this? Was he promised a new skull? His own mortuary??
I’m NOT going to over-analyze this. Sherlock’s had this coming for a long time- even John Watson would agree. And Gregory? Watching this sulky meddler’s arse turn pink must be on this year’s Christmas list!
Time for an early present.“Give him at least ten,” Irene ordered. She perched on the edge of the tub to watch. “But you may give him more if he needs it
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 6b/?voyeurineDecember 11 2011, 12:59:35 UTC
Mycroft stilled. Is it possible? He understands that his life has been one long series of defiances and disasters?
“Very good answer.” She patted his flushed cheek. With her other hand, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging them gently. As he arched into the touch, he blurted, “I’m sorry, Mycroft!”
Irene quickly undid Mycroft’s gag. He spat it out and caressed Sherlock’s back, trying to contain his emotion. He’s never apologized to me for anything before!“I forgive you, Sherlock. And because I love you, I’m going to give you more. You know you need it
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 6c/?voyeurineDecember 11 2011, 17:19:19 UTC
Gregory’s room at New Roissy overlooked the back gardens. Oil paintings adorned the exposed brick walls and a fire burned in the massive hearth, chasing away the chill from the stone floors and frosted window panes. At the center of it all was a king-sized four-poster bed, raised on a mini-platform like a throne on a dais
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 7a/?voyeurineDecember 12 2011, 11:18:29 UTC
Mycroft could hardly breathe. Like Sherlock, he was so hard that it actually hurt. Gregory had fucked other people in his presence before; variety was the spice of both their lives, and no birthday or celebration was ever complete without a threesome at the Diogenes Club or another discreet establishment. Seeing Lestrade with Sherlock, though, was so surreal, so wrong somehow that the blood roared in Mycroft’s ears and every nerve tingled in excitement. He was sure that if the fire were any closer, he’d combust
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 7b/?voyeurineDecember 12 2011, 11:51:23 UTC
Mycroft rocked him and whispered, “You did marvelously, Sherlock.” He flinched as he remembered the last time he’d held his wild sibling so close: Sherlock had passed out from a cocaine overdose and Mycroft was trying to keep his airways clear and call 999 at the same time
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Fill: Road to New Roissy 7c/?voyeurineDecember 12 2011, 15:53:27 UTC
Oh, my God.
For one brief, tense moment, Mycroft didn’t think Sherlock would do it. The nipple play they’d indulged in downstairs was not unprecedented: the summer that he turned six, Sherlock had delighted in catching Mycroft shirtless and giving him painful ‘tit twists’. Even the spanking was nothing new- after their father died and their mother became too overwhelmed to handle her wild younger son, Mycroft had administered well-deserved punishment to Sherlock… whenever he could catch him.
There was no precedent for the slick, cool fingers that suddenly slid between his cheeks and probed gently at his entrance.
Mycroft knew that both of them were watching him closely, ready to stop the scene if they detected discomfort or anxiety. Let go. Ordinary boundaries don’t exist here. All that matters is whether it feels good. And God, it does.Sherlock carefully pushed in with one finger, withdrawing to insert more lube when he detected tightness or friction. He pumped the finger straight in and out, finding Mycroft’s prostate on the
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They have time off and intend to make good use of it.
Bonus for awkward explanations to John or someone.
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Then hips nudged against his upturned buttocks and he momentarily stilled in surprise. Wriggling backwards, he detected leather fastenings across her waist and thighs. A strap-on!
Firm, leather-covered breasts flattened against his damp back and strong arms encircled his middle. “Mycroft Holmes,” she sighed into his shoulder before biting it. “Said to be the most brilliant man in England. Smarter than his brother Sherlock. I know all about you. Have you deduced yet that I’m going to fuck your arse until you wonder where I’ve been all your life?”
Mycroft wasn’t shocked that she knew his name. But Sherlock’s? Was she a friend of his younger brother’s or, worse, an enemy? Then something occurred to him: Gregory’s given her a script. Told her what to say. Of course.“You think someone’s written me a ( ... )
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When Irene thrust into him a third time he pushed back and rotated his hips. He heard her gasp, and smiled around the gag. Felt good against your clit, did it? Without giving her a chance to collect herself, Mycroft ground against her more intensely. He felt her thighs tremble and her nails dig into his chest ( ... )
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He touched me too, and not to shove or punch me. Mycroft’s nipples throbbed at the memory. No wonder he hadn’t immediately recognized his own brother’s hands; they hadn’t handled each other kindly since their childhood. He was also naked in Sherlock’s presence for the first time since they grew too old for the nannies to bathe them together. He should feel anxious and exposed. So why didn’t he ( ... )
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Sherlock stood, unbuckled his belt with quivering fingers, and lowered his trousers and boxers. Keeping his eyes on the floor and blushing despite his stoic expression, he started to lean forward, but Mycroft grabbed his wrists and pulled him down across his lap.
Incredible! That came to me a little too naturally.
He could feel his brother’s erection pressing against his thigh, and marveled. How on earth had Sherlock ever agreed to this? Was he promised a new skull? His own mortuary??
I’m NOT going to over-analyze this. Sherlock’s had this coming for a long time- even John Watson would agree. And Gregory? Watching this sulky meddler’s arse turn pink must be on this year’s Christmas list!
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“Very good answer.” She patted his flushed cheek. With her other hand, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging them gently. As he arched into the touch, he blurted, “I’m sorry, Mycroft!”
Irene quickly undid Mycroft’s gag. He spat it out and caressed Sherlock’s back, trying to contain his emotion. He’s never apologized to me for anything before!“I forgive you, Sherlock. And because I love you, I’m going to give you more. You know you need it ( ... )
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For one brief, tense moment, Mycroft didn’t think Sherlock would do it. The nipple play they’d indulged in downstairs was not unprecedented: the summer that he turned six, Sherlock had delighted in catching Mycroft shirtless and giving him painful ‘tit twists’. Even the spanking was nothing new- after their father died and their mother became too overwhelmed to handle her wild younger son, Mycroft had administered well-deserved punishment to Sherlock… whenever he could catch him.
There was no precedent for the slick, cool fingers that suddenly slid between his cheeks and probed gently at his entrance.
Mycroft knew that both of them were watching him closely, ready to stop the scene if they detected discomfort or anxiety. Let go. Ordinary boundaries don’t exist here. All that matters is whether it feels good. And God, it does.Sherlock carefully pushed in with one finger, withdrawing to insert more lube when he detected tightness or friction. He pumped the finger straight in and out, finding Mycroft’s prostate on the ( ... )
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