Sherlock Holmes - Shameless
Title: Shameless
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Victor Trevor
Disclaimer: :P
Summary: Holmes does that thing Victor wanted.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Shameless, porny porn. This time actually without any discernible plot.
Word Count: 1600
Author's Notes: For everyone who wanted the shamelessly porny interlude: here is is. beeinmybonnet is to be blamed for any and all sexual depravity Victor may contain.
Victor was awoken from his postprandial nap on the settee by the familiar sensation of a roughly Holmesish weight settling on his stomach, and gentle fingers carding through his hair. He smiled softly and continued to feign sleep for as long as he thought he would be permitted to get away with it. “May I ask what it is with you and sitting on me?”
“You're comfortable. And I like being close to you.” Holmes shifted back and lay down with his chin resting on Victor's chest. “I made you a promise earlier.”
“You did. It's enough that you made it, you don't have to follow through.” Victor assured in a rush of mild disappointment.
“I was about to say that I'd be obliged if you bathed first. Where 'first' is equivalent to 'now', if that's all right.”
“You are going to be the death of me,” Victor began dramatically, “but at least I'll die happy. As soon as you're ready to let me up.”
Holmes climbed off Victor with such speed that he managed to knee him in the stomach along the way. “Sorry.”
Victor groaned softly as he sat up. “It's fine. No harm done,” he smiled as he stood up to stretch, “I'm glad you're excited. Though I admit that I fail to see why. What you propose to do is outright degrading,” Victor bit his lip, “you don't have to do it. I couldn't possibly love you any more than I already do.”
“Victor, this is not the moment for an attack of self-consciousness. Now, I've taken the liberty of having a bath drawn for you and if you stand around worrying about it much longer it will go cold. So the only thing you need to worry about is whether you want me to join you, or if you'd like some privacy.”
“I think in this case, I'd rather have some privacy. There are things you don't need to see me do.”
Holmes nodded, “then I'll be in your room when you're ready.”
Victor stepped forward to kiss Holmes gently, and then disappeared to take his bath.
Having accidentally fallen asleep, Holmes was awoken about three quarters of an hour later by a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose.
“I'm pleased to see that you're still thrumming with excitement. It's gratifying.” Victor teased gently as he sat down on the bed.
Holmes blinked a few times before coming back to himself completely. “I only closed my eyes for a moment.”
“That's true, depending on how long a moment is.” Victor nodded solemnly. Holmes poked him firmly in the ribs.
“Undress,” he commanded imperially, “and, uh. Lie down on the bed? Or would you rather stand maybe?”
Victor considered for a moment as he stood up and untied his dressing gown. “I suspect it will be easier if I lie down on my front.” He dropped the robe to the floor and climbed on to the bed.
“Nervous?” Holmes asked sympathetically as he straddled Victor's hips.
“That obvious?”
“Yes,” Holmes started kneading his friend's shoulders gently, “you're tense, and not at all aroused,” he leaned down to kiss the back of Victor's neck, “what are you worried about? I sincerely doubt it's going to hurt.”
“I'm worried about you realising what you're doing halfway through, and hating me for letting you do it.”
“I know perfectly well what I'm doing,” Holmes replied between nips and kisses to Victor's shoulders, “I'm going to put my mouth to your perfectly clean backside. It isn't going to do me any harm, and to be perfectly honest, I'm deadly curious about it.”
Victor sighed and relaxed a little. “I love you, you know. More than anything.”
In response, Holmes began pressing light kisses along Victor's spine, pausing here and there to give attention to a freckle, and the one tiny scar that he'd been told had come from tripping over and impaling himself on a small nail that was hanging out of the barn wall. By the time he reached the tailbone, Victor had relaxed and was mewling quietly. Holmes smiled and smacked him playfully on the backside to elicit a yelp.
“What was that for?” Victor turned his head around to try to look at Holmes.
“I thought you might be falling asleep on me. You haven't objected for a good five minutes.”
“I've had other things on my mind.” He shifted his hips subtly in the hopes that Holmes would take the hint.
“Eager now, aren't you?” Holmes ran a careful finger between Victor's cheeks.
“God, yes.” Victor shifted his hips again.
Holmes chuckled, took hold of Victor's hips tightly, and leaned down to lick from the back of his balls all the way up to the base of his spine. Victor shuddered all over. “Oh God.”
“Good?” Holmes licked again just where Victor's spine ended.
“Yes.” Victor replied with more force than he intended.
“Good.”
Instead of drawing out the anticipation, which Holmes felt had gone on quite enough, he encouraged Victor to move his legs apart as far as he could, which resulted in having him draw one knee up and let the other fall off the bed, foot resting on the floor. “You know,” Holmes considered, “this isn't an altogether bad view.”
“So pleased you approve.” Victor replied breathlessly, trembling once again with renewed anticipation.
“How could I possibly not?” Holmes ran a finger up Victor's thigh. “If only I myself could draw, I'd want to capture this for you.”
“Maybe we should switch places, the-” Victor cut off with a surprised moan at the touch of Holmes' tongue on his most intimate area.
Pleased with that reaction, Holmes repeated the action twice more. “This isn't bad at all, you know,” he mumbled from his position between Victor's legs, “you are far less likely to choke me doing this.”
“I did say I was sorry about that.” Victor replied with a tiny wriggle.
“I know.” Holmes licked again, and then took up lapping gently until he had Victor moaning and sobbing constantly, and thrusting lightly against the bedsheets. “Do you think you might finish like this?”
Victor nodded fervently into the bedding, and whimpered “please.”
Holmes made an effort to shift his hand under Victor's hips so that it was between his cock and the bed, which only made Victor whimper again and thrust harder. “Try to hold on a moment more. I'd like to try something else.”
Ignoring him almost completely, Victor sighed with the relief of having some solid contact against him, and almost forgot about the rest of Holmes until he felt a wet push against his entrance. He resisted for the half-second it took to realise that Holmes was doing that with his tongue.
Holmes' delighted little sound and the vibrations it brought with it when he relaxed were enough to send him tumbling over the edge with a strangled gasp. Far from stopping what he was doing, though, Holmes continued more insistently for long moments, getting in perhaps a half-inch before pulling back out again and lapping gently.
Victor lay still, collecting himself slowly while Holmes continued to explore for perhaps another minute, after which point Victor's over-sensitive squirming forced him to stop. He removed his hand from under Victor's hips and wiped it off on the blanket.
“I take it that was acceptable, then?”
“More than. Oh God, you can experiment on me any time you like.” Victor had the vague sense that he might regret that, but ignored it for the time being.
“I'm so pleased to hear you say that. And might I point out that that was nowhere near as unpleasant as you were making it out to be.” Holmes got up and went over to the basin, where he'd left a bottle of whiskey earlier, and poured a small measure to swirl around in his mouth and spit out. “I wouldn't mind doing it again, actually.”
Victor groaned. “You're trying to kill me, aren't you? This is a clever scheme of yours to see if you can off someone by way of near-permanent arousal. I'm going to get run over by a train on our way back from the lack of blood in my brain.”
“I'll make sure you don't step in front of any trains, Victor. You have my word.” Holmes smiled and made his way over to sit on the bed.
“Before I find something equally wonderful to do to you, how did you know I wanted you to do that? I mean, that specifically.”
“Simple. You were about to do it to me the other day, just briefly. You hesitated, because you thought I would feel obliged to return the favour, and you didn't really want that. But after you hesitated, you reconsidered for a moment. Indeed, I thought you were actually going to do it, but then you stopped. So it must have been something you were almost willing to coerce me into, but wanted me to want for myself. Which, once you put the idea into my head, I truly did.”
Victor sighed and rested his chin on Holmes' shoulder. “When we're very old, I don't doubt you'll be able to tell me what I'm thinking before I've thought it.”
“I don't doubt it either. I'm looking forward to learning that particular trick.”
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Victor Trevor
Disclaimer: :P
Summary: Holmes does that thing Victor wanted.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Shameless, porny porn. This time actually without any discernible plot.
Word Count: 1600
Author's Notes: For everyone who wanted the shamelessly porny interlude: here is is. beeinmybonnet is to be blamed for any and all sexual depravity Victor may contain.
Victor was awoken from his postprandial nap on the settee by the familiar sensation of a roughly Holmesish weight settling on his stomach, and gentle fingers carding through his hair. He smiled softly and continued to feign sleep for as long as he thought he would be permitted to get away with it. “May I ask what it is with you and sitting on me?”
“You're comfortable. And I like being close to you.” Holmes shifted back and lay down with his chin resting on Victor's chest. “I made you a promise earlier.”
“You did. It's enough that you made it, you don't have to follow through.” Victor assured in a rush of mild disappointment.
“I was about to say that I'd be obliged if you bathed first. Where 'first' is equivalent to 'now', if that's all right.”
“You are going to be the death of me,” Victor began dramatically, “but at least I'll die happy. As soon as you're ready to let me up.”
Holmes climbed off Victor with such speed that he managed to knee him in the stomach along the way. “Sorry.”
Victor groaned softly as he sat up. “It's fine. No harm done,” he smiled as he stood up to stretch, “I'm glad you're excited. Though I admit that I fail to see why. What you propose to do is outright degrading,” Victor bit his lip, “you don't have to do it. I couldn't possibly love you any more than I already do.”
“Victor, this is not the moment for an attack of self-consciousness. Now, I've taken the liberty of having a bath drawn for you and if you stand around worrying about it much longer it will go cold. So the only thing you need to worry about is whether you want me to join you, or if you'd like some privacy.”
“I think in this case, I'd rather have some privacy. There are things you don't need to see me do.”
Holmes nodded, “then I'll be in your room when you're ready.”
Victor stepped forward to kiss Holmes gently, and then disappeared to take his bath.
Having accidentally fallen asleep, Holmes was awoken about three quarters of an hour later by a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose.
“I'm pleased to see that you're still thrumming with excitement. It's gratifying.” Victor teased gently as he sat down on the bed.
Holmes blinked a few times before coming back to himself completely. “I only closed my eyes for a moment.”
“That's true, depending on how long a moment is.” Victor nodded solemnly. Holmes poked him firmly in the ribs.
“Undress,” he commanded imperially, “and, uh. Lie down on the bed? Or would you rather stand maybe?”
Victor considered for a moment as he stood up and untied his dressing gown. “I suspect it will be easier if I lie down on my front.” He dropped the robe to the floor and climbed on to the bed.
“Nervous?” Holmes asked sympathetically as he straddled Victor's hips.
“That obvious?”
“Yes,” Holmes started kneading his friend's shoulders gently, “you're tense, and not at all aroused,” he leaned down to kiss the back of Victor's neck, “what are you worried about? I sincerely doubt it's going to hurt.”
“I'm worried about you realising what you're doing halfway through, and hating me for letting you do it.”
“I know perfectly well what I'm doing,” Holmes replied between nips and kisses to Victor's shoulders, “I'm going to put my mouth to your perfectly clean backside. It isn't going to do me any harm, and to be perfectly honest, I'm deadly curious about it.”
Victor sighed and relaxed a little. “I love you, you know. More than anything.”
In response, Holmes began pressing light kisses along Victor's spine, pausing here and there to give attention to a freckle, and the one tiny scar that he'd been told had come from tripping over and impaling himself on a small nail that was hanging out of the barn wall. By the time he reached the tailbone, Victor had relaxed and was mewling quietly. Holmes smiled and smacked him playfully on the backside to elicit a yelp.
“What was that for?” Victor turned his head around to try to look at Holmes.
“I thought you might be falling asleep on me. You haven't objected for a good five minutes.”
“I've had other things on my mind.” He shifted his hips subtly in the hopes that Holmes would take the hint.
“Eager now, aren't you?” Holmes ran a careful finger between Victor's cheeks.
“God, yes.” Victor shifted his hips again.
Holmes chuckled, took hold of Victor's hips tightly, and leaned down to lick from the back of his balls all the way up to the base of his spine. Victor shuddered all over. “Oh God.”
“Good?” Holmes licked again just where Victor's spine ended.
“Yes.” Victor replied with more force than he intended.
“Good.”
Instead of drawing out the anticipation, which Holmes felt had gone on quite enough, he encouraged Victor to move his legs apart as far as he could, which resulted in having him draw one knee up and let the other fall off the bed, foot resting on the floor. “You know,” Holmes considered, “this isn't an altogether bad view.”
“So pleased you approve.” Victor replied breathlessly, trembling once again with renewed anticipation.
“How could I possibly not?” Holmes ran a finger up Victor's thigh. “If only I myself could draw, I'd want to capture this for you.”
“Maybe we should switch places, the-” Victor cut off with a surprised moan at the touch of Holmes' tongue on his most intimate area.
Pleased with that reaction, Holmes repeated the action twice more. “This isn't bad at all, you know,” he mumbled from his position between Victor's legs, “you are far less likely to choke me doing this.”
“I did say I was sorry about that.” Victor replied with a tiny wriggle.
“I know.” Holmes licked again, and then took up lapping gently until he had Victor moaning and sobbing constantly, and thrusting lightly against the bedsheets. “Do you think you might finish like this?”
Victor nodded fervently into the bedding, and whimpered “please.”
Holmes made an effort to shift his hand under Victor's hips so that it was between his cock and the bed, which only made Victor whimper again and thrust harder. “Try to hold on a moment more. I'd like to try something else.”
Ignoring him almost completely, Victor sighed with the relief of having some solid contact against him, and almost forgot about the rest of Holmes until he felt a wet push against his entrance. He resisted for the half-second it took to realise that Holmes was doing that with his tongue.
Holmes' delighted little sound and the vibrations it brought with it when he relaxed were enough to send him tumbling over the edge with a strangled gasp. Far from stopping what he was doing, though, Holmes continued more insistently for long moments, getting in perhaps a half-inch before pulling back out again and lapping gently.
Victor lay still, collecting himself slowly while Holmes continued to explore for perhaps another minute, after which point Victor's over-sensitive squirming forced him to stop. He removed his hand from under Victor's hips and wiped it off on the blanket.
“I take it that was acceptable, then?”
“More than. Oh God, you can experiment on me any time you like.” Victor had the vague sense that he might regret that, but ignored it for the time being.
“I'm so pleased to hear you say that. And might I point out that that was nowhere near as unpleasant as you were making it out to be.” Holmes got up and went over to the basin, where he'd left a bottle of whiskey earlier, and poured a small measure to swirl around in his mouth and spit out. “I wouldn't mind doing it again, actually.”
Victor groaned. “You're trying to kill me, aren't you? This is a clever scheme of yours to see if you can off someone by way of near-permanent arousal. I'm going to get run over by a train on our way back from the lack of blood in my brain.”
“I'll make sure you don't step in front of any trains, Victor. You have my word.” Holmes smiled and made his way over to sit on the bed.
“Before I find something equally wonderful to do to you, how did you know I wanted you to do that? I mean, that specifically.”
“Simple. You were about to do it to me the other day, just briefly. You hesitated, because you thought I would feel obliged to return the favour, and you didn't really want that. But after you hesitated, you reconsidered for a moment. Indeed, I thought you were actually going to do it, but then you stopped. So it must have been something you were almost willing to coerce me into, but wanted me to want for myself. Which, once you put the idea into my head, I truly did.”
Victor sighed and rested his chin on Holmes' shoulder. “When we're very old, I don't doubt you'll be able to tell me what I'm thinking before I've thought it.”
“I don't doubt it either. I'm looking forward to learning that particular trick.”