Our first time was disasterous. Well, perhaps disasterous was a bit melodramatic, but it was certainly, shall we say, unsucessful.
And it had been going so well, was the thing... my gorgeous, lunatic flatmate's teeth and lips at his throat and clever fingers deep inside me, Sherlock's hard cock rubbing against myleg in time to minute thrusts against my prostate. It had been so long with another man, or even with a woman who didn't look at me like I was asking her to fellate a goat when I wanted some special attention
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I bit my knuckle as he started mouthing at my hipbone.
“None of that.” He looked up at me chidingly. I was doing my level best!, I thought. How could he possibly know? “I want to hear you when I take you into my mouth.”
I'm not going to lie, there was a part of me that suspected the bloody bastard was doing it on purpose.
“Right, sure... Oh!”
“Yes, that's it,” he purred against my belly while he palmed my cock and reached down to press beneath my balls.
“Please, like that.” I might have been whimpering at this stage. I think that I had ample excuse for whimpering at this stage though.
When I looked down to see his full, luscious, made-for-blowjobs, lips sinking down on my cock my mouth fell open and I almost forgot my promise to him in a sudden urge to turn the air blue. Luckily, he pressed two of his fingers past my lips to suck and we were spared another 'Oh-must-you-be-so-crude? You've-killed-little-Sherlock-with-your-foul-tongue' episode
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And it had been going so well, was the thing... my gorgeous, lunatic flatmate's teeth and lips at his throat and clever fingers deep inside me, Sherlock's hard cock rubbing against myleg in time to minute thrusts against my prostate. It had been so long with another man, or even with a woman who didn't look at me like I was asking her to fellate a goat when I wanted some special attention ( ... )
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“None of that.” He looked up at me chidingly. I was doing my level best!, I thought. How could he possibly know? “I want to hear you when I take you into my mouth.”
I'm not going to lie, there was a part of me that suspected the bloody bastard was doing it on purpose.
“Right, sure... Oh!”
“Yes, that's it,” he purred against my belly while he palmed my cock and reached down to press beneath my balls.
“Please, like that.” I might have been whimpering at this stage. I think that I had ample excuse for whimpering at this stage though.
When I looked down to see his full, luscious, made-for-blowjobs, lips sinking down on my cock my mouth fell open and I almost forgot my promise to him in a sudden urge to turn the air blue. Luckily, he pressed two of his fingers past my lips to suck and we were spared another 'Oh-must-you-be-so-crude? You've-killed-little-Sherlock-with-your-foul-tongue' episode ( ... )
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Loved the fic, John's precious.
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