Prompting Part XXIV

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Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 1.

[anonymous]

‘“Our imminent and daring escape?”’

John quoted Sherlock’s words of a minute ago, but another word which had been spoken beat hard and implacable in Sherlock’s head as they raced, handcuffed together. Hostage. As if. John was his comrade, his second-in-command, his brother-in-arms on their missions, charging through the battlefield that was London, tracking down and seeking out their quarries, their targets. Would it be any different now they were the fugitives

Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 2.

[anonymous]

“John. This…this isn’t… It’s just the adrenaline. You’re a doctor, and a soldier. You know all about the effects of…” He couldn’t continue, not against that steady glow, that solid sense of battle emanating from John.

John dropped the hand he’d had clamped around the back of Sherlock’s neck. He licked his lips. Just a tiny stroke of the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t a nervous gesture, some tique; rather someone making sure sweat didn’t foul his actions. “Adrenaline, you say? Yes, it could be that, I suppose, that’s making me want to fuck you through these stupid bastard railings.”

“I…”

“But what about when you’re sulking barefoot around the flat torturing the violin, and I just want to bend you over the end of the sofa, yank those fucking stupid pyjamas down and spank and shag the snot-nosed, toffee-nosed bratiness out of you? To leave you sobbing and whimpering when you can’t fight or take any more? To use your fucking violin rosin for lube, if I’m feeling charitable? Is that adrenalineThe heat and force of the last word made

Re: Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 2.

[anonymous]

“Because you’re a…”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, watching John compute, cool under fire, grace under pressure. Then John grabbed at him again, ran his hand up Sherlock’s lapel and along the back of his collar to entice him near, close, so close, they shared breath. It took all of Sherlock’s willpower not to moan or incline his head into John’s cradling hand.

“I’m going to kiss you,” came the shade of John’s voice. “No; don’t close your eyes. You’re not usually a coward.”

Had he shut his eyes? If he had, at that he forced them open and watched. Watched and felt John press against his chin, then his cheek, those lips he’d always filed as kissable touching him, mapping his face before moving to his mouth. He didn’t know if it lasted seconds or minutes, but did know his lips softened under the caress, invited John in. Not to take, this time, but to learn. To understand. Sherlock tried not to let his chest move with his breaths, because he was afraid of trembling, scared John would hear his heart pounding

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[anonymous]

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Re: Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 2.

[anonymous]

aggressive John is hot! moar please!

Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 4.

[anonymous]

“No need to shove me around. I’m not resisting, am I? You’ll find me more than happy to cooperate. With whatever you have in mind, Captain.” He had to do it. Had to push. Of course. He was Sherlock, after all. Still. He wouldn’t go pliant, go stupid, even if - This was just sex. With John. With his blond hair windblown, his face set into determined lines, his eyes…battled-hardened? His features strained. When Sherlock cast a hand over the betraying bulge in John’s trousers, he understood how strained.

“Yes, genius; I want you. I don’t know if you’ve done this before, but God, Sherlock, we’re doing this now. I’m going to suck you and make you lose that control, that disdain you have for your body and its needs. I want to see those calculating eyes mist over and hear those sarcastic lips gasping my name

Re: Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 4.

[anonymous]

HNG, yes that is very hot!

Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 5.

[anonymous]

John got to his feet, slowly, leaning against Sherlock the entire time as if not trusting Sherlock wouldn’t fall. When he was fully standing, he wrapped an arm around Sherlock’s waist and used his bound hand to push Sherlock’s scarf aside, so he could stretch up to burrow his face in Sherlock’s neck

Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. 6.

[anonymous]

Ohhh. Sherlock swore he felt his entire body seize up around the invasion. His heart started battering again, and he shook, trying to use both hands to grab the support under him. Oh, so this was it. This was how it felt to be one with another person. With John. To cede control. To be taken, as John had said. He stretched around John’s cock. It didn’t hurt, not exactly; it wasn’t like the shattering pain of breaking a limb, or the slow bloom of a deep cut. There was a burning, a fullness, and his prick was trying to fill again

Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. END

[anonymous]

John laughed at the horror in Sherlock’s tone. He started whistling, something Sherlock recognised as the theme to some prisoner of war film John had exclaimed over when it came on TV the other week. The Great Escape. Sherlock joined in, until they started laughing again.

“Let’s go.” Sherlock tugged at John’s sleeve.

“Where?”

“I think we need…the feminine perspective on all this.”

“Threesome already? You’re never satisfied.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He smiled almost shyly at John, and of course John stretched up to place a soft kiss on his lips. A siren blared out close by, and Sherlock clutched at his partner.

“Come on, John.”

Re: Hot, handcuffed alleyway sex. As requested. END

[anonymous]

Oh my, yeeeeees. Love this!