Sherlock hums in the affirmative as he gets comfortable, more than ready to feel John's hands all over him. He lets John adjust his position as he sees fit, sighing complacently as he feels his hands work up his arms to his fingers, smiling as he laced their fingers together. He gave his hands a gentle squeeze, exhaling dreamily when John rests his body over his, feeling so perfectly warm and absolutely adored in this moment. His eyelids flicker with a slight hitch in his breath when John kisses and nips his ear, the warm breath of his words on his neck making him shudder faintly in response. "More than." he breathes a simple reply, never expecting that this would be a simple massage by any stretch. Not when they were both naked or next-to-naked and John was turning him into a puddle of compliant goo with every motion of his supremely -almost unfairly- talented fingers
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*hides in the sexy happy post* <333mightbebloggingMarch 15 2012, 03:11:17 UTC
John chuckles low at Sherlock's teasingly smug words, and he shakes his head once. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he murmurs, moving his lips over to kiss the man's other perfect buttock, letting his skilled hands move down to his thighs, massaging and squeezing. Christ, this giving a professional massage to the almost unfairly beautiful man was turning out to be much more difficult that he would have thought. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised, of course - no sane person could do this without getting at least a little hot and bothered. Seeing as how they'd been engaging in sexual activities for some time now, it made sense that there was a nice bulge in his trousers were his erection already strained to be free. John only smirked slightly at himself, because he really wasn't that annoyed at this quick outcome. But he also prided himself in having more than just a little bit of control as far as his libido went. It wasn't easy, when his desire for Sherlock basically never fully left him, but he wasn't exactly a sex-crazed
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Gnnghh *fans self*shutupimageniusMarch 15 2012, 13:46:25 UTC
Sherlock grinned at John's reply, replying with another low hum of satisfaction when he places another kiss on his arse while his fingers knead his thighs so perfectly. If he wasn't so enamored with John's touch, he may have fallen asleep with how relaxed he was. Sleeping wasn't an option at this point though, not when John's breath on his neck had succeeded in getting him half-aroused already. His touch alone did wonders as well, just the feeling of those strong and capable hands on him filling him with thoughts of all the other things those hands were so good at. He also could see the clear signs that this was affecting John as well whenever he'd open an eye to peer back at him, and just knowing how much he was affecting him aroused him all the more. He tried his best to halt any of the more arousing thoughts going through his head, wanting to let John get through the massage first, at least
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All the sounds and movements that Sherlock was making wasn't helping in the area of John controlling his own libido and rate of arousal. His own pupils were blown and dark soon, and he knew there was no stopping that. Just seeing the other man looking all beautiful and gorgeous like this was enough to drive him wild with desire and lust for him. He wondered at how just doing this to him - teasing him with his tongue, pushing into him and licking him like this - felt like it could make him come without even putting a hand to himself. He couldn't help but grin at Sherlock's purred comments, and he had to pull out to chuckle low. "Didn't you know?" he asked in a teasingly playful murmur as he stroked Sherlock's thighs. "This is now included in a full body massage and you, my dear, are entitled to the entire experience. I'll expect a very nice tip after ward." It was always fun when he had the chance to be smug over the consulting detective, and the upper hand was his
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It barely took a few moments of John's ministrations to take Sherlock from zero to aroused as all hell, trembling under him as his heart thumped hard and fast in his chest. He groaned as John's tongue drove him nearly mad with lust, half-thinking (because there was certainly no full-thinking going on at this point) that he could come just from this alone and that it would be utterly glorious. He whines insistently when John pulls out to murmur those teasing words, mewling needfully at the arrogant tone of his voice that was somehow insufferable and arousing at the same time.
He had a reply to that, he was sure he did. A good one, too. Whatever it was was flung from his head, however, when John's tongue maneuvered its way inside of him again, eliciting a low growl of approval as it did. He gripped hard at the pillow, choked-off gasps and moans falling from his lips at every little movement of John's tongue. He made another grumble of disappointment when John removed his tongue yet again, though it turned to a husky moan when he
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He had a reply to that, he was sure he did. A good one, too. Whatever it was was flung from his head, however, when John's tongue maneuvered its way inside of him again, eliciting a low growl of approval as it did. He gripped hard at the pillow, choked-off gasps and moans falling from his lips at every little movement of John's tongue. He made another grumble of disappointment when John removed his tongue yet again, though it turned to a husky moan when he ( ... )
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