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veronicasleepsTitle: Silence In The Library
Author: veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17 | FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes
Word count: 700
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest
Summary: "You have to keep quiet, Sherlock."
Notes: Written a (long) while ago for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sherlockbbc_fic.
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"You have to keep quiet, Sherlock," Mycroft is amused, the tosser, and if Sherlock could persuade his brain to restart he would tell him where to shove his quiet, but right now all his blood is occupied elsewhere.
Mycroft's left hand is pressing Sherlock's wrist against the book case, right underneath a copy of V. C. Andrew's Flowers in the Attic, deliberately chosen by his brother, no doubt about that, and his other hand is loosely wrapped around Sherlock's cock.
It's maddening; the slow, long strokes of Mycroft's too-dry hand on his cock threaten to drive him insane and Sherlock can't do anything but squirm and wriggle in his brother's grip trying to get just that little bit of friction that he so desperately needs, and he can't be bothered to be quiet.
When his brother pushes his foreskin down with his thumb, Sherlock practically keens and let's his head thunk down against the wooden shelf in front of him.
Mycrofts sharp teeth burrow themselves in the flesh of his shoulder. "You know the rules, Sherlock," he whispers, so disgustingly smug, and licks a broad stripe over the bite mark he just left. "You need to be quiet, in a library."
"Come on, Mycroft," Sherlock doesn't beg, but he tries to hurry his brother along with a soft whisper.
But he should have known that if Mycroft doesn't want him to come yet, then he won't. "You should see how you look," at least he is turned on as much Sherlock is, "naked and pale and open like this, asking for it with your body, and your cock hard and red and wet just from me holding it."
"I almost wish someone would come around the corner, right now, and see how much you need it, how much you want my cock in your ass and how you let me strip you and take you and own you, right here in the middle of the bloody public library, even though you know I won't fuck you right here."
His hand picks up on speed and Sherlock has to fight to keep the groans in that want to fall from his lips. He's always had a thing for his brother's dirty talk, and he knows that Mycroft knows it.
He also knows that he won't get him off, that's not what Mycroft does; he get's Sherlock hot and bothered, almost reduces him to begging, drives him out of his mind with the need to freaking come already - and then makes him jerk himself off.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Sherlock? The librarian seeing what a slut you are for it? You'd probably come the minute she'd let out a little gasp, staring into her wide eyes and seeing yourself reflected in them, flushed and needy and such a mess!"
Sherlock is fucking his brothers hand with irregular, short strokes, and he knows that he is making small little sounds, whimpers and groans mashed together in an inarticulate noise that he's just incapable of keeping in, and then his brother takes his hand from his cock and presses it down hard on Sherlock's mouth, muffling the sounds and at the same time leaving him just short of his orgasm.
The graze of teeth against his cheek is intense on Sherlock's over sensitized skin, but it's Mycroft's words that make him fall over the edge.
"Go on then, little brother," he whispers, filthy, into Sherlock's ear and pushes his entire body harder against Sherlock so that his cock rubs against the polished wood of the book shelve and he comes, red hot spot's behind his eyelids because he can't breathe and it's too much and it's just so unbelievably good!
He slides down to the floor and tries to get his breathing under control, and to redirect his blood flow so that he can at least get his legs to work again, but then his brother kisses him, deep and wet, and leaves him stunned on the floor.
"That wasn't quiet, Sherlock," he says, and trails the warm leather wrapped handle of his umbrella down Sherlock's spine, "I'm afraid we'll need to practice that again."
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Author: veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17 | FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes
Word count: 700
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest
Summary: "You have to keep quiet, Sherlock."
Notes: Written a (long) while ago for
sherlockbbc_fic.+
"You have to keep quiet, Sherlock," Mycroft is amused, the tosser, and if Sherlock could persuade his brain to restart he would tell him where to shove his quiet, but right now all his blood is occupied elsewhere.
Mycroft's left hand is pressing Sherlock's wrist against the book case, right underneath a copy of V. C. Andrew's Flowers in the Attic, deliberately chosen by his brother, no doubt about that, and his other hand is loosely wrapped around Sherlock's cock.
It's maddening; the slow, long strokes of Mycroft's too-dry hand on his cock threaten to drive him insane and Sherlock can't do anything but squirm and wriggle in his brother's grip trying to get just that little bit of friction that he so desperately needs, and he can't be bothered to be quiet.
When his brother pushes his foreskin down with his thumb, Sherlock practically keens and let's his head thunk down against the wooden shelf in front of him.
Mycrofts sharp teeth burrow themselves in the flesh of his shoulder. "You know the rules, Sherlock," he whispers, so disgustingly smug, and licks a broad stripe over the bite mark he just left. "You need to be quiet, in a library."
"Come on, Mycroft," Sherlock doesn't beg, but he tries to hurry his brother along with a soft whisper.
But he should have known that if Mycroft doesn't want him to come yet, then he won't. "You should see how you look," at least he is turned on as much Sherlock is, "naked and pale and open like this, asking for it with your body, and your cock hard and red and wet just from me holding it."
"I almost wish someone would come around the corner, right now, and see how much you need it, how much you want my cock in your ass and how you let me strip you and take you and own you, right here in the middle of the bloody public library, even though you know I won't fuck you right here."
His hand picks up on speed and Sherlock has to fight to keep the groans in that want to fall from his lips. He's always had a thing for his brother's dirty talk, and he knows that Mycroft knows it.
He also knows that he won't get him off, that's not what Mycroft does; he get's Sherlock hot and bothered, almost reduces him to begging, drives him out of his mind with the need to freaking come already - and then makes him jerk himself off.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Sherlock? The librarian seeing what a slut you are for it? You'd probably come the minute she'd let out a little gasp, staring into her wide eyes and seeing yourself reflected in them, flushed and needy and such a mess!"
Sherlock is fucking his brothers hand with irregular, short strokes, and he knows that he is making small little sounds, whimpers and groans mashed together in an inarticulate noise that he's just incapable of keeping in, and then his brother takes his hand from his cock and presses it down hard on Sherlock's mouth, muffling the sounds and at the same time leaving him just short of his orgasm.
The graze of teeth against his cheek is intense on Sherlock's over sensitized skin, but it's Mycroft's words that make him fall over the edge.
"Go on then, little brother," he whispers, filthy, into Sherlock's ear and pushes his entire body harder against Sherlock so that his cock rubs against the polished wood of the book shelve and he comes, red hot spot's behind his eyelids because he can't breathe and it's too much and it's just so unbelievably good!
He slides down to the floor and tries to get his breathing under control, and to redirect his blood flow so that he can at least get his legs to work again, but then his brother kisses him, deep and wet, and leaves him stunned on the floor.
"That wasn't quiet, Sherlock," he says, and trails the warm leather wrapped handle of his umbrella down Sherlock's spine, "I'm afraid we'll need to practice that again."
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