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You:
Why won't you let me hug you John?
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Stranger:
Why? Because you shouldn't want to touch me! -JW
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You:
Why not John?
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Stranger:
Because you're Sherlock Holmes! You hate affection! -JW
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You:
I'm learning it's not as bad as I previously assumed....
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Stranger:
Fine. Hug me, then. I don't care.
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You:
*hugs John tight* you're very warm John....
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Stranger:
John blushes slightly, wrapping his arms around Sherlock.
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You:
*kisses the top of John's head*
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Stranger:
John exhales, burrowing his head into Sherlock's chest.
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You:
Not as bad as you thought it would be is it John?
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Stranger:
"No," John said, although it comes out muffled. "It isn't bad."
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You:
*Sherlock nods and then easily lifts John off of his feet, carrying him to the couch where he half sits, half lays, still holding John close*
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Stranger:
John let's out a small, embarrassing squeak as he is lifted. "What-- What're you doing?!" He feels his face turn hot.
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You:
getting comfortable *Sherlock replies simply, positioning John atop him as he lays back on the couch* I'm tired, but I'm not letting go...
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Stranger:
John wiggles for a moment, trying to get free. He gives up eventually, laying flat against Sherlock, sighing. He wouldn't win.
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You:
Are you comfortable John?
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Stranger:
John nods. He listens to Sherlock's heart beating.
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You:
*Sherlock begins to drift off, then almost as an after thought* John?
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Stranger:
"Yes, Sherlock?"
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You:
*He leans up and kisses him, soft and sweet, before laying back again*
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Stranger:
John blushes, grabbing Sherlock's shirt in his hands. He let's out a slight whimper as Sherlock pulls away from the kiss.
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You:
*Sherlock frowns at the whimper* have I hurt you John?
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Stranger:
"No," John laughs. "Quite the opposite."
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You:
Then why did you make that noise? *Sherlock was mildly confused, but he thought perhaps he understood the meaning behind John's reply*
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Stranger:
John shakes his head. "No reason, Sherlock. I'm fine, I promise."
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You:
*Sherlock frowns deeper, then decides the only way to find out, is to repeat the action. So he leans up and kisses John again*
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Stranger:
Again, John sighs as he feels Sherlock's lips against his. Ecstacy. Then, again, when Sherlock pulls away, a sound escapes him, his body betrays him.
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You:
I have hurt you....or at least done something to upset you....
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Stranger:
John frowns. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. If you'd stop pulling away..."
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You:
*Sherlock nods, and suddenly sits up, holding John close to him as he kisses him again, this time keeping his lips on John's for a very long time* you'll have to breath eventually John....*he comments against John's mouth*
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Stranger:
"No," John protests, pulling Sherlock back into a kiss. "No I won't," he assures him. He pulls his hand through Sherlock's hair.
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You:
*Now Sherlock leans forward, pushing John backwards onto the couch so he can be above him for easier access* you will...*He replies confidently, daring to caress John's neck lightly*
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Stranger:
John smiles up into Sherlock's lips. He rests his hand on his companion's chest. "Just don't pull away for too long."
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You:
*Sherlock nods and rests his full weight on John* anything else I should know?
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Stranger:
John frowns. "I said don't pull away!" He sounds like a child. "I mean-- Never mind, Sherlock." He smiles. "Sleep if you're tired."
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You:
*Sherlock lays against him with a smile, then starts kissing his neck tiredly* at least I know you're not going to go anywhere....we can continue when I wake up....
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Stranger:
"I have to wait that long?" John teases, chuckling. He shivers as Sherlock kisses a sensitive spot on his neck.
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You:
*Sherlock chuckles and kisses the spot again, nipping it ever so slightly* you're far too easy John....
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Stranger:
John let's out a slight moan, cursing his body for betraying him. He bites his lip, trying to keep any other sounds in.
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You:
*Sherlock is rather amused by the orchestra of John Watson's arousal, so he continues work on the same spot, nipping a little harder before licking it and running a hand over his chest*
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Stranger:
John groans. "S-Sherlock. Stop," he cries embarrassed, but pushed Sherlock's head closer to his neck, bending his head back to give his companion better access.
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You:
*Sherlock chuckles again* fine, I'll just go to my room and nap....
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Stranger:
"No!" John grabs for Sherlock's shirt collar, keeping him down. "Stay," he pleades.
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You:
*Sherlock needs no more convincing, as he takes hold of both of John's wrists, pinning them on either side of his head* I suppose I'm not too terribly tired....*He moves in for a kiss, positioning his body so that he's now straddling John*
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Stranger:
John gasps into Sherlock's mouth, opening his wider, willing Sherlock to explore him deeper. He wraps his arms around Sherlock's back, pulling him closer, moving his hips slightly.
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You:
*A groan escapes Sherlock at John's initiative with his hips, and he pushed his tongue against John's clumsily*
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Stranger:
Another moan comes from John. He moves his hips in circes against Sherlock's. "More," he whispers.
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You:
Of course...*Sherlock releases John's wrists, and moves his hands under John's jumper, biting and licking his way down John's neck to his chest, then lower abdomen*
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Stranger:
"Ahh." John throws his head back. "Yes, Sherlock. Yes." He pushes the top of Sherlock's head further down, greedily.
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You:
*Sherlock swats his hands away* calm down, if you keep pushing me I'll be chewing on your trousers....*He unbuttons John's trousers as slowly as he can manage without losing control himself* I hope you enjoy this special treatment, I'm still fully clothed compared to you.....
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Stranger:
John nod. "Yes, yes, hurry," he urges him, feeling his member pressing against his pants. "You'll get your turn later!" He teases.
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You:
Quite right *Sherlock replied smugly, yanking John's trousers down his legs* you could help to you know, after all I am apparently "the virgin" *Sherlock puts on his best innocent eyes* What should I do now Doctor? *he teased pinning John's hips down as they desperately tried to buck up*
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Stranger:
John gasps as he feels himself finally freed from his trousers. "I know for a fact that you aren't a virgin, Sherlock," he says through gritted teeth. "Hurry up and do me!" He pushes his hips forward harshly.
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You:
*Sherlock laughs openly now* fine, fine *he quickly takes off his trousers and kisses John* I don't have anything to prepare you John....*he whispers in John's ear*
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Stranger:
"Don't need it," John urges. "Just do it. Please. You're driving me mad." He reaches down, taking his own member in his hand, unable to wait any longer.
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You:
Ok...*Before John can take a breath, Sherlock enters him and thrust all the way in, a low gutteral groan escaping him*
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Stranger:
John throws back his head, sticking his fist into his mouth to muffle his cry of pleasure. He moves up and down, willing Sherlock to increase the speed of his thrusts.
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You:
*Sherlock tries to comply, but he was after all ready to fall asleep before this got so far. He braces himself on the arm of the couch above John's head and moves as fast as he can, wanting to pin John's hands again so he can't muffle his cries*
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Stranger:
John feels his hand taken from his mouth and the sounds of his grunts and moans suddenly fill the room. He notices Sherlock is tired. "Do you want me to take over?" he asks. "You must be exhausted." His words come out disjointed between Sherlock's thrusts.
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You:
*Sherlock tries in vain to deny it, but finally he nods in agreement* Yes...I'm sorry John....*His words are more breathy gasps than sentences*
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Stranger:
John shakes his head and smiles. "You did good, Sherlock." He climbs out from below his friend, turning him on his back, and positioning himself at Sherlock's entrance. "Ready?"
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You:
*Sherlock nods, breathing heavily. He loved these times with John, but every time they nearly triggered his asthma from long term smoking* Yes...of course John.....
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Stranger:
John narrows his eyes, concerned. "Your breathing, Sherlock. We should stop." He steps away.
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You:
*Sherlock releases something that's a mix between a growl and a whine* No...John please....I'm so close....please
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Stranger:
Chuckling, John complies. "Tell me if you become dizzy. Can't have you faining on me." He straddles Sherlock again, posititoning himself at his entrance again. Then, with one swift motion, he thrusts into Sherlock, bracing himself on Sherlock's chest.
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You:
Oh god! *Sherlock cried out, not caring if Mrs. Hudson heard them or the whole of Baker street, despite his low energy level, Sherlock began to move against John, letting out small keening noises every so often as he struggled to keep himself from passing out*
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Stranger:
John grunts, empowered by Sherlock's cries. He thrusts into him faster, worried that if he takes too long, Sherlock will lose all his strength. "Almost there," he said, breathing heavily. "You alright?"
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You:
*Sherlock can only nod, not daring to waste oxygen on replying. And as John said, he was almost there. Within a few more deep thrusts, he was gasping and arching his back as his vision whited out momentarily. It was only then that he used his lungs to cry out John's name, sure that it was possible all of London heard him*
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You:
John, I'm bored, come home - SH
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Stranger:
I'm on a date and you're bothering me. -JW
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You:
A date? with who? you didn't tell me you had a date.... - SH
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Stranger:
Never you mind. I shouldn't be texting you. -JW
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You:
But evidently you are, so either you're not enjoying it, or you'd rather be with me - SH
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Stranger:
That's besides the point. -JW
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Stranger:
...minus the last bit. -JW
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You:
I'm afraid I don't follow John - SH
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You:
You would rather be with me wouldn't you? - SH
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Stranger:
... I'm not gay, Sherlock. -JW
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You:
Contrary to the belief held by most of London - SH
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You:
Are you entirely sure John? - SH
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Stranger:
Sherlock. This is entirely inappropriate. -JW
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You:
Why? Is your date getting upset? or am I making you uncomfortable? - SH
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Stranger:
I... I've already called it off. -JW
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You:
Really? That was faster than I anticipated - SH
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Stranger:
She called it off. -JW
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You:
Again, faster than I anticipated.... -SH
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You:
What was her reasoning? - SH
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Stranger:
I hate you. -JW
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You:
No you don't John -SH
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Stranger:
... -JW
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Stranger:
That bloody rumour. -JW
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You:
Is it a rumor John? - SH
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Stranger:
Everyone always gossips. -JW
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You:
Yes, however it takes a grain of truth for people to /believe/ the gossip. Clearly people believe it, so what is the grain of truth? - SH
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Stranger:
John stomps up the stairs to the flat and barges in the door. "Deduce it, you clod."
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You:
I do believe I already have, but since you're cross I'll keep it to myself *Sherlock idly picked up his violin and began to scrape at it boredly*
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Stranger:
John wants to be angry, but he can't. Sherlock is playing his favourite song, the one he knows always soothes him. "Sod you," he thinks, but he can't muster himself to say it.
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You:
*Sherlock smirks slightly as he finishes the song* Care to be more civil now John?
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Stranger:
John clenches his jaw as he sits in his chair. He crosses his arms and his legs.
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You:
That's a no...
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Stranger:
Truthfully, John is trying to hide the stiffness that appeared in his trousers as Sherlock stood up and grasped his violin, his slender fingers gliding over the strings, his neck turning and craning upon the chin rest. John shuts his eyes.
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You:
*Sherlock begins to play again, something soft and sensual, noticing John's already apparent agitation* I can play all night John....
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Stranger:
The way Sherlock emphasised the words "all night" causes the smallest of moans to escape John's mouth. His face reddens. He tightens his lips in on themselves. Yes, he's wanted Sherlock for a very long time, but he wouldn't let get to him without a fight. So far, he was losing.
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You:
*The moan didn't go unnoticed, and Sherlock feels so encouraged by it, that he begins to play the notes harder, as if the pressure he places on the strings is pressure of his fingers on John's skin* Do you enjoy it? *he asks* I wrote it myself...
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Stranger:
"I hate you, so much right now..."
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Stranger:
The tent in his trousers increases in steepness.
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You:
Evidently you don't...*Sherlock is right in front of John now, playing his violin clear and proud* I think you have very different feelings John....
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Stranger:
John bites back a moan. The intensity of Sherlock's violin playing imitates the frantic thoughts that swarm in his mind.
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You:
*Suddenly Sherlock stops and stares intently at John* I've found the grain of truth John....*his voice is a low whisper* and I think so have you....*He glances down at John's trousers with a smirk*
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Stranger:
John licks his lips. "H--Have you...?" he asks quietly.
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You:
*Sherlock nods and sets down his violin, slowly getting to his knees to be at eye level with his blogger* It wasn't that difficult John....frankly it was obvious *He's very close now, he's halfway between John's spread legs, his face inches away from John's*
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Stranger:
John shuts his eyes again to block out how mesmerising he finds Sherlock. He grips the sides of his chair. "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay," he thinks to himself, though he truly knows otherwise.
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You:
Joooohn *Sherlock taunts* open your eyes John... *he inches ever closer, his lips practically on John's*
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Stranger:
"You are... evil." On the word "evil," his tongue rolls out slightly out of his mouth, licking Sherlock's lips lightly. He jolts when he realises what he's done, his eyes flapping open.
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You:
*Sherlock is smiling more than he's ever done before* I may be evil John Watson, *He lick's John's lips in the same manner he did* but you enjoy it...*And with that he kissed John so hard he was forced to sit all the way back in his chair, Sherlock's tongue slithering wildly in an attempt to gain access*
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Stranger:
"Oh god, did I," he thinks as Sherlock forces himself onto his lap. He moans against his lips, nervous, but overwhelmed with lust he can't contain himself. His hands make their way to Sherlock's hips without him noticing.
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You:
*Sherlock is overjoyed with his success, and wastes no time climbing up to straddle John in his seat. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathless and obviously wanting* People will definitely talk now...* He manages, before returning to his task of plundering John's mouth, his hips unconsciously rocking forward in a slow rhythm*
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Stranger:
John kisses Sherlock back with similar intensity, playing with pressures against his lips. He is surprised by Sherlock's passion. He didn't know he desired for others in this way; solely his work. John too, was surprised by his own amount of passion that he pushed into every kiss.
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You:
*Sherlock's hips begin to work faster, his breath becoming shallow and ragged. he catches John's lower lip in his teeth and bites down just enough to make him yelp before forcefully grinding onto his flatmate*
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Stranger:
John groans against Sherlock's lips. "Stop... Sherlock... stop," he says in between kisses. "I'd rather we move elsewhere; I don't want this just in my trousers."
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You:
*Sherlock groans, not wanting to move, but he gives in soon enough. without a word he stands, yanking John up with him and capturing his mouth as he leads him to his bedroom, slamming the door shut with his foot once inside* If you don't want that just in your trousers, I suggest you take them off then *he gasps, fumbling with John's shirt*
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Stranger:
John fumbles with his belt, unbuttons his trousers and pushes them and his pants to the floor. Sherlock pulls his jumper and shirt over his head. He kisses Sherlock heatedly as he fumble with the buttons on Sherlock's shirt. Damn those buttons.
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You:
*As John struggles with his shirt, Sherlock makes quick work of his trousers, kicking them into a corner* Oh god John, just leave my shirt alone! it won't impede any of your progress elsewhere!
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Stranger:
"Yes it will," he breathes against his mouth. He finally unbuttons it fully and tears it off of Sherlock's shoulders, tossing it aside. He barely has time to breathe before Sherlock pushes him onto the bed, crawling on top of him.
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You:
*Sherlock uses his nails to scrape slow trails down John's back and sides, his body feels like a furnace, but he wants nothing more than for John to be closer* John, just do it already, I can't stand anymore!
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Stranger:
"Penetrate?" he gasps. He cries out as Sherlock drags his nails across his body.
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You:
*Sherlock lets out a barking laugh at his use of the medical terminology for the act* Yes John, now, do it now!
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Stranger:
John licks his lips as he sees how sex-crazed his flatmate is. He positions himself at the ready, allowing Sherlock to sit back on his cock.
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You:
*Sherlock releases a low feral groan as John fills him, clenching his hands so hard on John's shoulders that he's sure he's leaving nail marks* Fuck....*Is all he manages to hiss as his eyes close and his body tenses deliciously*
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Stranger:
"Oh god, Sherlock," John shouts as Sherlock tightens around him. Sex has never been this intense before. He's overwhelmed by sensation, all he can do is shout, curse, moan, and writhe.
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You:
*Sherlock can barely think as they move in synch, he's all moans and whimpers and out cries of John's name. But one thought does stay with him, like a constant baseline idea that thrums in his brain. As his climax approached, that thought became words, and in a moment so very close to release, he cried* God I love you John! *Before his vision whited out in ecstasy*
His over estimation of himself.
- JM
He’s not Sebastian….
- JM
No.
- JM
IF you’re suggesting I or you get rid of him, let me tell you that if any hint of that occurring reached me, I would remove every one of the hairs on your body with a pair of tweezers, remove your finger and toe nails with pliers, and then cut you with a razor blade until you cannot tell that there was ever a human being under the blood.
- JM
Sebastian seems to not want me to accept these sort of invitations….
- JM
8 Year old girl from Dublin tries to get her school demolished… Just listen.
“Which school in Dublin?” … “The one that’s about to fall down”.
You adorable little evil creature <3
they give me extra homework on a friday and everything.
Reblogging again because MORIARTY’S DAUGHTER.
ahaha’ Can you make sure all my teachers are in there where you knock it down…. don’t worry, nobody likes them’
Moriarty must be so proud of his little baby girl.
I bet she got a cookie for that
or perhaps some shoes
I wish I was this awesome when I went to a school I hated.
Oh wait, I didn’t.
Not my daughter, but I’d adopt her….
-JM
I blame Jess for reminding me of this loveliness ;) I don’t think the short is online anymore but I hope the team behind it will put it up officially once they’ve done all the festivals etc.
Photos by Haje Jan Kamps.
It is really beautiful piece with Martin in it- you must watch it!
No idea….ask Moran : askmygunfirst.tumblr.com
- RB
