*buries my face against your neck* You smell so /good,/ John. *reaches down to work your trousers open*
-holds sherlock close, running both hands up and down his back- I’m glad you think so, love. -gives a little moan- Not complaining, but what brought this on, exactly?
slashyking asked: ♥ <--- This heart means you are one of my Valentine's and I want to pound you in the ass so hard, your soul will ache for years, and you'll come back, begging for more. There's spanking and rimming somewhere in there too, maybe some gun play, some whipping. And somehow, knotting, if you play your cards right. ;3 Love you BB.
This is one of the best valentines I’ve ever gotten. Reminds me of the first time Greg and Sherlock double penetrated me. :’D Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. And my dick. It wants to say thanks, too.
Yes, yes very. *jumps to feet and strides over* I want you, John. Right now. /Please./ *reaches to tug your jacket off*
-lets sherlock start stripping him- Yes, alright then. -starts to help taking off his clothes, too-
Surely a man like you knows what “the little death” signifies in France? *Takes off John’s trousers and pants, places little kisses up and down John’s legs, but ignores his groin* How’re your arms doing?
I know that, just- -shivers at the feel of lips on his skin- You know I’m not good at languages, Greg. -flexes his arms, making sure they aren’t too sore- Yeah, they’re fine, please Greg.
In that case, patience is wonderful. I can be patient for you John. If I must. -SH
-opens the door to the flat, walking in- Yes, isn’t patience just wonderful, Sherlock?
La petite mort, non? *Kisses* Il me fait plaisir. *Kiss* Et le vôtre. *Undoes John’s belt and trousers*
-returns the kisses as best he can, brow furrowing as he thinks through what little french he knows- The little death? Um- -thoughts of foreign languages go far far away at the hands so near his throbbing cock- Oh fuck~
Being patient is boring, John. -SH
Being patient means I won’t put the chastity belt on you, Sherlock.
I’ve got a video camera going, no worries. *John hears a jangling sound and then feels a tightness as Lestrade puts clamps on his nipples. Lestrade gives them a quick tug* Now, I think we’re almost ready for the main event.
-John groans at the nipple clamps, a deep, needy sound- God, of course this is just the set up. Fuck. You’re going to kill me tonight. Again.
*Chuckles* No, I want every step to be a surprise. *Sits back to admire his handiwork. John’s chest is flushed and shivering. Uses the back of his fingernails to run lightly down John’s sides, his touch barely there*
You could take pictures? -gasps at the fingernails, muscles twitching as he fought the urge to press closer or bend away- Th-that tickles..
Yes, of course. I’ve been waiting on you all day. Do hurry. -SH
Where are you now? How far away? -SH
I’m at the corner, within sight of it. You could, you know, be patient for once in your life, or will I have to teach you patience when I get home?