In the Club, Sherlock (BBC) | NC-17
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veronicasleepsTitle: In the Club
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veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: John/Sherlock
Word count: 700+
Contains: Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism
Summary: “How does it feel to be this exposed, right here where everyone knows what you’re hiding under that slutty skirt of yours?”
Notes: Anon asked for 'Someone in black lacy lingerie'. I threw in a skirt and a bit of an audience.
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“How does it feel, Sherlock?” John murmured into Sherlock’s hair as he folded his arms around his lover’s shoulders and used his strong hand to push down one of the shirts halters so he could kiss the exposed flesh. “How does it feel to be this exposed, right here where everyone knows what you’re hiding under that slutty skirt of yours?”
He nipped at Sherlock’s throat and sucked at the skin, a hard, sharp flash of pain that made Sherlock gasp and throw back his head. “Feels good,” he whispered, and he moaned when John’s other hand slid teasingly under the hem of the indecently short skirt that ended mid thigh on Sherlock’s long legs. “I...” He bit his lip to keep in another loud moan when the hand slipped higher and fingers rubbed softly over the silky smooth line of the lace that barely covered his hard cock. “I like it.” He blushed, not at all sure whether it was because he was turned on or because he was ashamed of how hot this got him. Probably both, he figured as he reveled in the feeling.
“You like it, huh?” Sherlock could feel the smile on John’s lips but he was distracted by the licking and sucking that his mouth delivered on the side of his neck. It felt intense, cool and slick and whenever John exhaled on the wetness that he’d just left on Sherlock’s overheated skin he made him shiver with excitement. “You like knowing that every single person in this club can see how hard and hot your cock is in your lacy knickers?”
Sherlock swallowed, sagging a little in John’s hold. He felt dizzy with arousal, his head was swimming with it and it was so very good he thought he could come from the feeling of a hundred people watching them alone. He was balancing on the edge of his orgasm, his legs locked so tightly that his thigh muscles burned and his entire body tensing and bucking into the barely there touch of John’s fingers trying to catch a little more pressure, a little more friction.
“John,” he groaned, “John, I can’t...” He keened when John suddenly lifted the skirt with one hand and rubbed his other one firmly against Sherlock’s straining cock.
“You’re so wet, Sherlock,” he breathed into his ear, “so needy.” And he thumbed the cock head hard through a slightly scratchy patch of lace and it was -glorious, painful, so very good!- enough and Sherlock came, moaning and shaking and sinking back into John’s arms, sure that he’d blacked out from bliss for a minute.
He closed his eyes tightly when John started stroking his over sensitized cock again, slow tiny motions that were too much to take, honestly, but he didn’t feel able to swat the hand away.
“Look at how filthy you are, coming in your knickers like you just can’t help yourself.”
Sherlock moaned, wretched and still turned on, and John chuckled.
“Don’t think it’s over yet, Sherlock, the night is still young.”
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Author:
veronicasleepsRating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: John/Sherlock
Word count: 700+
Contains: Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism
Summary: “How does it feel to be this exposed, right here where everyone knows what you’re hiding under that slutty skirt of yours?”
Notes: Anon asked for 'Someone in black lacy lingerie'. I threw in a skirt and a bit of an audience.
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“How does it feel, Sherlock?” John murmured into Sherlock’s hair as he folded his arms around his lover’s shoulders and used his strong hand to push down one of the shirts halters so he could kiss the exposed flesh. “How does it feel to be this exposed, right here where everyone knows what you’re hiding under that slutty skirt of yours?”
He nipped at Sherlock’s throat and sucked at the skin, a hard, sharp flash of pain that made Sherlock gasp and throw back his head. “Feels good,” he whispered, and he moaned when John’s other hand slid teasingly under the hem of the indecently short skirt that ended mid thigh on Sherlock’s long legs. “I...” He bit his lip to keep in another loud moan when the hand slipped higher and fingers rubbed softly over the silky smooth line of the lace that barely covered his hard cock. “I like it.” He blushed, not at all sure whether it was because he was turned on or because he was ashamed of how hot this got him. Probably both, he figured as he reveled in the feeling.
“You like it, huh?” Sherlock could feel the smile on John’s lips but he was distracted by the licking and sucking that his mouth delivered on the side of his neck. It felt intense, cool and slick and whenever John exhaled on the wetness that he’d just left on Sherlock’s overheated skin he made him shiver with excitement. “You like knowing that every single person in this club can see how hard and hot your cock is in your lacy knickers?”
Sherlock swallowed, sagging a little in John’s hold. He felt dizzy with arousal, his head was swimming with it and it was so very good he thought he could come from the feeling of a hundred people watching them alone. He was balancing on the edge of his orgasm, his legs locked so tightly that his thigh muscles burned and his entire body tensing and bucking into the barely there touch of John’s fingers trying to catch a little more pressure, a little more friction.
“John,” he groaned, “John, I can’t...” He keened when John suddenly lifted the skirt with one hand and rubbed his other one firmly against Sherlock’s straining cock.
“You’re so wet, Sherlock,” he breathed into his ear, “so needy.” And he thumbed the cock head hard through a slightly scratchy patch of lace and it was -glorious, painful, so very good!- enough and Sherlock came, moaning and shaking and sinking back into John’s arms, sure that he’d blacked out from bliss for a minute.
He closed his eyes tightly when John started stroking his over sensitized cock again, slow tiny motions that were too much to take, honestly, but he didn’t feel able to swat the hand away.
“Look at how filthy you are, coming in your knickers like you just can’t help yourself.”
Sherlock moaned, wretched and still turned on, and John chuckled.
“Don’t think it’s over yet, Sherlock, the night is still young.”
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