Feb. 28, 2012 @ 5:09 PM _
Hearing Sherlock cry out with his orgasm brought John to his own. He came hard, his moans muffled by Sherlock skin. As he finished, he fell back onto the bed, completely exhausted. John grabbed Sherlock’s wrist to keep him from going away.
Feeling John reach his orgasm, Sherlock’s muscles tightened, practically milking him dry. Panting and sweating, exhausted from having his second orgasm, Sherlock practically collapsed on top of John. He was too sore and exhausted to move even if John wasn’t holding his wrist.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 28, 2012 @ 3:00 PM _
John moved his mouth to Sherlock’s. His breath began to get heavy and he had trouble focusing on anything else but Sherlock. “Your turn Sherlock, cum for me. Cum for me and I’ll cum for you,” he whispered between his pants for air.
Moaning, no longer capable of keeping himself silent, Sherlock struggled to keep from cumming. The struggle was loss when he heard John’s words. He came with a loud cry of pleasure, something John would probably mock him for. “John,” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath and rocking his hips from on top of John as he rode out his orgasm.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 28, 2012 @ 2:12 PM _
John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and thrust up as hard he could. His mouth again found the mark on Sherlock’s collar bone. He kept one arm wrapped around him while he used the other hand to stroke Sherlock, keeping pace with his pelvic thrusts.
Surprised by the power behind John’s thrusts, Sherlock couldn’t hold back the cry of his companion’s name as his body trembled while he felt himself getting close. His eyes fell shut, mouth slightly open with pleasure as he rocked forwards into John’s hand and back into his thrusts. He matched John’s thrusts with the pace of his hand, pushing and twisting the vibrator.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 28, 2012 @ 1:41 PM _
“Jesus, fuck, aah fuck,” he moaned. He watched Sherlock bounce above him for a while before he couldn’t handle it and his eyes rolled back into his head and he arched his back. He thrust his hips up as Sherlock dropped down, forcing him deeper into the detective. ”Untie my hands, Sherlock.”
There was no hesitation, Sherlock was quick to oblige, unwrapping his scarf from the doctor’s wrists and biting hard on his own lower lip to quiet a moan.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 28, 2012 @ 1:02 PM _
John was so relieved to see Sherlock walk into the room that he didn’t hurl large amount of insults (he had been collecting since the man left) at him. With Sherlock’s mouth around his cock and the vibrator finally pressed against his prostate, John moaned, his hip thrusting up into Sherlock’s mouth and back down onto the vibrator.
Getting hard once more because of the sounds and motions John was making, Sherlock removed his mouth from around John’s cock and straddled him, kissing him hard while lowering himself onto his cock - reaching behind himself to press the vibrator hard into him as he did. Feeling John enter him again, his jaw tightened as he moaned softly, pressing himself hard against John and rocking his hips to try and match the pace set by the vibrator.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 28, 2012 @ 12:56 AM _
As John watched Sherlock cum, he was thoroughly confused. He had thought the plan would be for Sherlock to fuck him into oblivion with the vibrator buzzing in him. Then, as the Sherlock bent over him, slowly working the dildo into him, kissing him, he thought Sherlock was going to work him into cumming again. He should have known better. He watched Sherlock leave and was suddenly very lonely. The vibrator made him arch his back, pull against the scarf, moan and curse. He called for Sherlock, begged him to come back. His erection bobbed against his stomach, and almost painfully hard and he didn’t even have a hand to stroke himself. “S-Sherlock, please, come back,” John begged again. When Sherlock didn’t return, John closed his eyes. He thought of Sherlock moaning, his legs wrapped around John’s waist. He imagined Sherlock crying out and saying ‘I love you’ over and over. He saw his pink skin and they way he wriggled when he was trying not to moan. He imagined his hand running his nails down the doctor’s back. “Sherlock, please come back,” he begged again, but less enthusiastically. John was lost in one of his favorite fantasies from before they got together. Sherlock moaning, pulling his hair, begging for more, John pinning his hands above the detective’s head, whispering dirty things about what John was going to do to him. ‘Ah, John, fuck me please!’ Sherlock would moan. John began to move his hips in attempt to make the vibrator move and rub against his prostate, a futile attempt really, but John wanted it, needed it to move. “Sherlock at least come fuck me with it!” When Sherlock didn’t show, John nestled down and arched his back through every wave of pleasure, and though it took much longer than he wanted, John was close again. “Sherlock, please come fuck me, I’m so fucking ready come fucking fuck me please.”
Taking his time, Sherlock was seated calmly in the kitchen, drinking tea and recovering from his own orgasm. He smiled to himself when he heard John in the other room, and finally decided he’d tormented the doctor enough. Hastily finishing his tea, he made his way back down the hall and stripped himself of his clothing. He had no intention of missing out on John’s orgasm. He waited by the door, hidden, for a few moments as he listened to John plead. Finally, hard and impatient, Sherlock entered the bedroom and silently positioned himself in between John’s legs. Swirling his tongue around John’s tip, he licked it clean from his last orgasm. Licking along the side, he finally took John into his mouth - he was clumsy with oral sex and it was a skill he was still practicing - hollowing his cheeks the way he’d seen John, he took as much of him into his mouth as he could handle while pressing the vibrator up against his prostate.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 28, 2012 @ 12:16 AM _
“When the hell did you get that?” John asked mildly amused at the idea of Sherlock going into a sex shop..more amused that Sherlock would deduce which one was best for them. He shifted so that he could be comfortable with his hands tied and locked his eye on Sherlock.
“Recently,” replied Sherlock offhandedly, he didn’t see why that mattered and didn’t understand why John was so amused by the fact that he had obtained the object. Watching John for a moment, he pressed a hard and deep kiss to his lips and paused with his lips still barely grazing against John’s. He appeared thoughtful for a moment, in the manner that usually frightened John when it was obvious the idea he had wasn’t one the other would particularly enjoy. Pulling back so he was out of John’s reach, he closed his eyes and stroked himself, considering the fact that he had just beaten John at one of the few things he believed the doctor to be more experienced in it wasn’t very difficult for Sherlock to cum with a low groan (opening his eyes to look John in the eye as he did). Then, he crawled over to John again - no longer having an erection distracting him - and kissed him while working the vibrator into him before flicking it on. “Now then,” said Sherlock, pulling back and slipping on his robe over his pajama bottoms and bare skin. “I’m going to make some tea, check the blog, see if Lestrade has got a case for us.” He shrugged slightly, and left the room.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 27, 2012 @ 11:51 PM _
“F-fuck you,” he repeated, stammering, trying as best he could not to cum. It was so hard not to, with Sherlock wrapped around him and in him, Sherlock purring into his ear with encouragements, Sherlock crying out, being unusually noisy, his body— he just couldn’t handle it any longer. John’s body became rigid and he moaned another string of curses at Sherlock as he reached his climax. He slumped onto Sherlock’s chest to catch his breath for a moment. “Happy now, you git?” he said and kissed his chest, showing that he, though the amount of curses and insults he threw at Sherlock were abnormally high, he wasn’t actually angry.
Feeling John finally reach climax, Sherlock smiled, pleased despite the fact he hadn’t even come close to his orgasm yet. “Thrilled,” he replied, pulling his fingers from John’s limp body. “I’m sure I could make you cum again,” sitting up, he shakily climbed off of the bed and searched under the bed. Pulling out a scarf and vibrator, he moved back to John and pressed a soft kiss to his lips while using the scarf to tie the doctor’s wrists to the headboard.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
Feb. 27, 2012 @ 11:26 PM _
John knew if he didn’t think of something to stop Sherlock, he would cum, very hard and very soon. He snaked a hand up to the raven curls and pulled Sherlock’s head back, exposing his beautiful neck. At the same time, John’s mouth latched onto the mark on his chest and his hips rocked him up deep into Sherlock.
Feeling John’s fingers pulling his hair, it was impossible for Sherlock not to cry out. Sherlock felt as though he was losing control, which was unacceptable. So, he struggled desperately, ramming his fingers mercilessly against into the doctor - sometimes pausing and curling them against his prostate for a few moments. “Cum for me, John,” he purred into his ear, panting and struggling to remain calm.
(Source: theoryofdeduction)
