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(Thurs 12:09)
[Accidently sent to John] Mycroft, I swear if you do not stop sending me links to military kink websites I will tell everyone about you and Lestrade. –SH
(Thurs 12:14)
That's... unexpected –JW
(Thurs 12:14)
Never thought you would talk to your brother about our sex life -JW
(Thurs 12:15)
What? Oh I sent it to you, didn't I? Damn... and I didn't. He guessed. –SH
(Thurs 12:15)
SHIT. Of course he guessed JW
(Thurs 12:16)
Did you think he wouldn't? –SH
(Thurs 12:22)
Well I didn’t think our sex life was obvious to your brother. Also did u mention Lestrade and your brother? Like as in them, together? JW
(Thurs 12:23)
Yes, as in them together. –SH
(Thurs 12:23)
Wow. JW
(Thurs 12:24)
Didn’t think that Greg was into guys? JW
(Thurs 12:25)
Well he is. –SH
(Thurs 12:26)
What did Mycroft say about the kink? JW
(Thurs 12:26)
He didn't, just sent me the links. –SH
(Thurs 12:27)
hahahahhahahh what were the links like? Anything we could use? JW
(Thurs 12:28)
They're just porn. –SH
(Thurs 12:35)
mmmmm nice ;) JW
(Thurs 12:35)
Send me the links JW
(Thurs 12:36)
At work? –SH
(Thurs 12:36)
Yes. Very bored JW
(Thurs 12:37)
Need to be entertained. JW
(Thurs 12:40)
Fine. [Attachment: several links to websites] –SH
(Thurs 12:40)
Good JW
(Thurs 12:55)
I like the 3rd video JW
(Thurs 12:55)
That was my favourite. -SH
(Thurs 12:56)
We need to try something like that JW
(Thurs 12:56)
Tonight! JW
(Thurs 12:56)
Why not now? Can you come home? -SH
(Thurs 12:57)
NOW? JW
(Thurs 12:58)
Give me a minute to see if I can go on my lunch break early. JW
(Thurs 12:58)
Hurry... -SH
(Thurs 13:07)
I will. JW
(Thurs 13:07)
Getting yourself worked up, are you? JW
(Thurs 13:08)
Maybe -SH
(Thurs 13:09)
You like to be controlled, don’t you? JW
(Thurs 13:10)
Yes, sir. -SH
(Thurs 13:11)
Yes. You know that from now on you can only call me sir because I am the only person you take orders from JW
(Thurs 13:11)
Yes, sir, you are. -SH
(Thurs 13:12)
I know what I am going to do to you when I get home JW
(Thurs 13:12)
I hope you're not touching yourself. That’s my job. -JW
(Thurs 13:12)
I would never tough myself, sir. -SH
(Thurs 13:13)
Good boy JW
(Thurs 13:14)
I am not far away now JW
(Thurs 13:14)
Please hurry sir... -SH
(Thurs 13:15)
Do you need my cock in your mouth, boy? JW
(Thurs 13:15)
Yes sir, badly. -SH
(Thurs 13:16)
I love the thought of you on your knees for me JW
(Thurs 13:18)
I love looking up at you from the floor -SH
(Thurs 13:18)
Mmmm god, you know how to make me hard! JW
(Thurs 13:20)
I need you, John. -SH
(Thurs 13:20)
How do you need me? JW
(Thurs 13:21)
I need you in me, fucking me, riding me -SH
(Thurs 13:22)
God I need you to be begging for me cock before I even think about fucking you -JW
(Thurs 13:22)
Then come home, I'll beg all you want -SH
(Thurs 13:22)
Mmmmm you are a good boy -JW
(Thurs 13:23)
Only for you -SH
(Thurs 13:23)
Good -JW
(Thurs 13:24)
Just the thought of you begging for my cock has made me so hard JW
(Thurs 13:24)
I bet, God I want you -SH
(Thurs 13:25)
Same. How many rounds do you think we can do in an hour? JW
(Thurs 13:25)
Quite a few -SH
(Thurs 13:26)
Good because I need to fuck you, hard JW
(Thurs 13:26)
Possibly even cuff you to the bed- JW
(Thurs 13:27)
Jesus... I'm so hard -SH
(Thurs 13:27)
Send me a pic -JW
(Thurs 13:27)
It will give me something to look at while palming my thick, hard cock JW
(Thurs 13:29)
[Attachment: Sherlock's cock, hard and leaking] -SH
(Thurs 13:29)
Jesus Christ JW
(Thurs 13:29)
Hurry home. -SH
(Thurs 13:30)
I am but the bloody cab driver is taking forever JW
(Thurs 13:30)
Tell him to hurry! -SH
(Thurs 13:30)
I am (while palming my cock through my trousers) JW
(Thurs 13:31)
Jesus... -SH
(Thurs 13:31)
DONT TOUCH YOURSELF -JW
(Thurs 13:31)
OR ELSE JW
(Thurs 13:31)
I'm trying not to... -SH
(Thurs 13:31)
DONT -JW
(Thurs 13:32)
Get the lube out -JW
(Thurs 13:32)
Already have it. -SH
(Thurs 13:32)
I hope you’re not doing anything with the lube... -JW
(Thurs 13:32)
No, sir. -SH
(Thurs 13:33)
Good boy. I don’t like it when you prepare yourself when I’m not there. -JW
(Thurs 13:33)
Please hurry –SH
(Thurs 13:33)
2 minutes away from Baker Street -JW
(Thurs 13:33)
Good. -SH
(Thurs 13:33)
Is Mrs Hudson home? -JW
(Thurs 13:33)
No she's with her sister. -SH
(Thurs 13:33)
Thank god -JW
(Thurs 13:34)
I need to hear you beg and I don’t think Mrs Hudson would want to hear that as much as I do. -JW
(Thurs 13:34)
I'll beg loud for you. -SH
(Thurs 13:34)
I love it when you’re vocal -JW
(Thurs 13:34)
Good, because I'm very vocal. -SH
(Thurs 13:35)
Now that, you are JW
(Thurs 13:35)
Finally at the front door -JW
(Thurs 13:35)
Come in, please -SH
(Thurs 13:36)
Maybe I should just leave and let you suffer... JW
(Thurs 13:37)
But I am defiantly too hard to do that. JW
(Thurs 13:37)
I hope you want it hard JW
Sherlock moaned at the last text, and when John walked in he jumped up and murmured, "Very hard," before kissing him roughly
John walked, well ran up the stairs as quickly as possible although his cock was making it slightly harder (no pun intended) to do so. He literally fell into the kiss, letting Sherlock control the kiss for a few seconds before he took all of the control off of him, just like it was meant to be.
Sherlock pressed his body against John's, needing the friction badly. "Jesus, I need you bad." he moaned, grinding into his hips.
John quickly grabbed Sherlock hips as he started to grind against him. "None of that." He commanded, holding Sherlock's hips tighter to stop him from moving. God he needed that friction but he knew that if he let Sherlock rut against him, he wouldn’t be able to get the control back. "I need to get something and while I do that you are going to sit of the sofa like a good little boy and not touch yourself."
"Fuck..." Sherlock almost whined, shaking his hands off. He pressed a quick kiss to John's neck and went to sit on the sofa, almost sitting on his hands so he wouldn't touch himself. "Hurry?" he asked in a moan.
"Good boy." John whispered to Sherlock during the short kiss that left him wanting much more. "Of course I will hurry. I don’t think you will be able to last long if I didn’t."
John walked out of the corridor and up the stairs to his old bedroom. He saw the box staring at him from the corner of the room. He carefully went over, removed the lid and laid the contents on the now, unused bed.
Sherlock sat impatiently on the couch, tapping his feet and getting anxious. "C'mon John..." he whimpered. He had the urge to touch himself, but wasn't about to get punished.
John got everything ready quickly because he knew how overexcited Sherlock could get at times. He quickly picked up the one object left lying on the bed and went back into the living room.
Sherlock was lying on the couch when John returned, his hands under his back to stop himself. When John walked back in, he sat bolt upright. He was told to SIT on the couch, after all.
"Good boy." John smirked, walking over to the sofa to where Sherlock was sitting. "I hope you like what I put on for you."
Sherlock smirked. "Yes I do." He reached out a hand and ran it down John's chest and stomach, skipping over his already hard cock, and down his thigh.
“Good... I know that I wear this a lot but I know you love me in uniform.” John stated as he put his hand over Sherlock’s and kept moving it over his thigh in order to tease him some more. "And this time, I want to try something that I saw in one of those videos that Mycroft sent you the link to."
Sherlock hummed deep in his throat when he skimmed his fingers over John's thigh. "Hmm? And what's that?" he murmured as he finally looked up into John's eyes.
Staring straight into Sherlock’s eyes John said “The third video. I want to do that.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. The third one had gotten quite kinky. "Really? Okay." he said with a smirk.
“It’s nice to know that you’re up for it.” John claimed, bending forward to capture Sherlock’s lips between his own.
Sherlock stood into the kiss, gently nipping at John's lower lip and placing his hands on the other man's hips.
John pulled out of the kiss, moving his lips down Sherlock’s neck slowly, before sucking one particular spot on Sherlock’s neck.
“Stand up.” John said as he removes his lips from Sherlock’s now slightly bruised neck.
Sherlock stood quickly, his hand trailing over his neck with a sigh. He let his hand drop after a moment and looked John in the eyes.
“Good boy.” John muttered as he grabbed Sherlock’s hand and squeezed it. Then he sat down where Sherlock was sitting, moved his legs apart before looking back up at Sherlock.
Sherlock smirked and sat down on the floor in front of John on his knees, his hands on the other man's knees. "Is this how you like me?" he asked quietly, his voice rough.
“Yes.” He replied simply, unable to keep his eyes off of the man on the floor.
Sherlock trailed his hands up John's thighs slowly, using his nails lightly. When he reached the top of his trousers, he began undoing them, still using the same slow, teasing speed.
John suppressed a moan as one of Sherlock’s hands accidentally brushed over his prisoned erection.
Sherlock saw how it affected John when he brushed over him, and made sure to do it several times while taking his trousers off.
“Stop teasing me. It’s your job to get me off not annoy me” John grunted, a slight hint of affection in his voice. He threaded his fingers into Sherlock’s hair getting ready to hold on when things got exciting.
Sherlock smirked slightly and pulled his head back a small amount, letting John tug on his hair. He finally pulled both the man's trousers and pants off and sat, waiting for permission before taking the man in his mouth.
John lifted his hips up when Sherlock went to pull his trousers down, a moan coming out of his mouth before he could stop it when the material of his pants rubbed against his hard cock giving him just the right amount of friction for it to feel good.
“Hurry up.” He ordered when Sherlock looked at him with pleading eyes.
Quickly, Sherlock licked the length of John's cock, swirling around the tip before sucking him deep into his mouth.
“Good boy.” John repeated as if it was a mantra. In the back of his mind all he really wanted to do was just fuck Sherlock’s mouth but the things that Sherlock’s tongue was doing to his cock were exquisite.
Sherlock sucked John harder, his hands on either of his thighs, squeezing lightly with each suck. He sucked the entirety of John’s cock into his mouth, deep throating him as he knew John would like it.
John let his body take over, thrusting into Sherlock’s hot mouth slowly at first but gently building up speed. “Touch my... my balls.” John managed to pant.
Sherlock's hands trailed slowly up John's thighs to his balls, grabbing them and massaging them. As he began thrusting into his mouth, Sherlock moaned around his cock, sending vibrations to John.
“Fuck.”John swore as he felt his cock brush against the back of Sherlock’s throat. He immediately stood up, spreading his feet wide to give him a firm base so that he could fully thrust into Sherlock’s mouth.
Sherlock groaned around his cock as he continued thrusting into him, pulling back to swirl his tongue around the tip before slamming his throat back down.
“Close.” John growled when he felt teeth graze over his glands and then he stilled as a hot, wet mouth sucked, hard on the head of his oversensitive cock.
Sherlock heard the growl and sucked harder, trying to get him to cum for him. He looked up at him through half-closed eyes, almost begging him to cum.
Only two minutes after Sherlock started to go down on him, John came. It was relief and pleasure mixed together but he knew that soon his cock would be begging for attention again because Sherlock was still kneeling down in front of him and still very hard.
Sherlock swallowed each and every drop that he could, pulling off with a 'pop and licking his lips.
“Bloody hell.” John cursed before dumping himself on the sofa again, utterly exhausted after their first round. “Come up here.” He grabbed Sherlock’s wrist and forced him upwards and onto his (naked) lap.
Sherlock stood as he was pulled up, then sat in John's lap. He began kissing his neck, gently pushing his dog tag chain to the side as he did so.
John placed his hand back on Sherlock’s head, guiding it back so that he could capture his mouth once again. He placed his other hand on Sherlock’s side, massaging the skin as he worked his hand down towards Sherlock’s thigh.
Sherlock pressed into the kiss, pressing against John and his hands. After a minute he let John take control in everything that was happening.
He quickly grabbed Sherlock’s cock, giving it a few long strokes before putting his hand back on Sherlock’s thigh and stroked it lovingly. He carried on kissing Sherlock as if he hadn’t just swallowed down his load before removing his hand from Sherlock’s thigh, again, so that he could find the lube without removing his lips from Sherlock’s.
Sherlock moaned quietly into the kiss as John began stroking him, a small whine escaping when he let go. He was fully prepared to go more than one round with John.
John finally found the lube in between two cushions on the sofa so he uncapped it and spread a good amount on his hands. Finally he rubbed his hands together before wrapping his lubed hand and fingers around the base of Sherlock’s cock. John started slowly savouring the wet sounds that his hand made as he jacked Sherlock off before increasing the speed slightly, hoping to keep Sherlock from the edge for as long as possible.
Sherlock whimpered slightly and pushed his hips into John's hand, his toes curling slightly.
John removed his hand from Sherlock’s prick again. He was too close and that was not alright.
Sherlock whined gently when John pulled away. "Please, John..." he basically begged.
“No. Not until I say you can.” He relied sternly before continuing to stroke Sherlock again but this time, sliding a very wet finger into Sherlock’s puckered hole as he did so. “Preparing you for later.” John muttered in between sucking on Sherlock’s neck, leaving faint sucking marks in some places and dark red, teeth marks on others.
Sherlock gasped and squirmed in John's lap, getting very close to coming. "Please..." he whimpered.
He pulled off Sherlock’s cock again only leaving a single finger inside his tight hole. He messily moved it in and out and in and out until he felt Sherlock’s muscle relax slightly. Then he added another finger but this time opted to stretch Sherlock rather than graze over the bundle of nerves that made Sherlock a screaming mess.
Sherlock moaned as he was stretched, a shudder of pleasure going through his body.
“Now you’re stretched, I want to ride you.”
Sherlock smirked and asked, "Front or back?" Asking which side he should be on.
"Back." John quickly replied.
Sherlock quickly rearranged them so he was laying on his back and John was on top of him, situated between his legs.
“Mmm. I think I like this position best.” John stated as he quickly lubed up Sherlock cock. “I can be in control but also have your cock in my ass. It’s just amazing to fucking myself on your prick.”
Sherlock whimpered, that statement alone almost setting him off. "Hurry, my god I need you now..."
“No. I need you now and I need your dick in my arse.”
“Shit.” John cursed as he felt the intrusion in his barely prepped hole.
Sherlock pushed in all the way slowly, and paused to give John a moment to adjust.
“Mmmm god.” John practically shouted as Sherlock full length filled his tight hole, coming to a stop just before he was seated on Sherlock’s thighs. “That feels so good.” He muttered into Sherlock’s shoulder.
Sherlock smirked to himself and took that as the go-ahead sign, and began moving slowly in and out of John while pressing kisses wherever he could reach on the man.
After a few minutes, John placed both of his hands on Sherlock’s lower thighs, stilling him. “Dont move. Let me do all the work.” He said as he removed his hands off of Sherlock’s thighs and slowly impaled himself on Sherlock’s hard cock.
Sherlock froze underneath John, a groan escaping as he pushed down on his cock. "Je- Jesus..." he moaned.
“Good, right?” John asked. He repeated the motion again, this time taking Sherlock’s wrists into one hand raising them above his head, so he could use them as leverage.
Sherlock nodded fast, murmuring, "Good..." He gently twisted his hands in John's grip then stilled. He liked being dominated by John in this way.
The slight burning pain that came with not preparing himself properly, made the whole thing so much better. It was amazing to feel every single inch of Sherlock’s cock inside of him, stretching him, filling him. It made him feel like he could understand everything that Sherlock needed in that moment because the only thing that they both needed to increase the pleasure was for it to be harder, faster, longer.
Sherlock took several deep breaths as he felt himself nestled inside of John, the love of his life. He couldn't imagine anything better than this moment right now, when they were the closest they'd ever be.
John took his cock in his hand while he continued to ride Sherlock’s cock hard. However his legs were starting to kill him so doing it fast was not an option at this stage so he simply took the full length of Sherlock’s cock into his hole with brutal force before slowly sliding upwards until only the head was in him.
Sherlock gasped and moaned each time he went fully into John, and after a moment took his hands away from his cock and began stroking him fast and hard.
“God... I’m close.” John groaned as he felt his balls tighten and his cock throb.
Sherlock moaned at those words, his own cock throbbing. "Then cum, John. Cum for me." he murmured
“Bloody hell.” He muttered as he came over Sherlock hand and stomach, every muscle in his body tightening as the pleasure overtook everything else.
Sherlock gasped and pushed his hips up into John, coming at the same time as his boyfriend.
John relaxed, placing his forehead onto Sherlock’s shoulder, not bothering to come off of Sherlock’s now softening cock. He stayed there for a minute, breathing, waiting until he had fully composed himself again before bothering to speak again.
“I was hoping I could fuck you on the table and then do this but I only have 25 minutes left of my break so we will have to skip straight to the bedroom.”
"Jesus..." Sherlock muttered, pulling out of John and kissing him deeply. "To the bedroom, then."