Possessive!Lestrade/John
anonymous
April 13 2011, 09:15:11 UTC
John/Lestrade established relationship.
Lestrade really doesn't mind that his boyfriend's best friend is a crazy loon who interrupts their dates, walks in on them shagging, or occasionally just steals John when Lestrade had plans for him. But occasionally, just sometimes, he feels just that wee bit possessive, and he likes to let Sherlock know that John is also his. By shagging John senseless and marking him with very obvious lovebites.
FILL: Territorial (1a/1)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 19:07:17 UTC
Lestrade understands.
No, really, he does.
Sherlock Holmes is practically a force of nature, the type that blows in without warning. The type that creates chaos all around it. The type that is awe inspiring to watch from a distance, but is an absolute adrenaline rush to see up close.
He's always been like that, ever since Lestrade first met him, so, yes, he gets it.
But no one ever said he had to like itSix months into his acquaintance with Sherlock, Lestrade was able to look past the incredible feats to the destruction left in it's wake. The irritated officers, hunched over and groaning like a house blown over in a wind storm, questions left hanging like broken branches, deductions impacting like hail the size of footballs. Five years later, it is all more than a little common place
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FILL: Territorial (1b/1)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 19:08:17 UTC
It is also the exact opposite of what Lestrade wants right now. Needs right now. But every attempt to deepen the kiss, to instill in John the bone aching desire he has for him right now, is skillfully rebuffed. He tilts his head back slightly, watches John though half lidded eyes. There’s the tiniest of movements, as John flicks his eyes towards the sitting room door
( ... )
FILL: Territorial (1c/1)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 19:09:16 UTC
John's making those noises now, and like always, they go straight to Lestrade’s dick; he's not complaining about it now, he never does, only after, when Sherlock sees him and scoffs. The idea of Sherlock seeing this, seeing what Lestrade does to John, what John lets him do, fills his chest with satisfaction; it makes one side of his mouth curl up as his teeth bite down
( ... )
FILL: Territorial (1d/1)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 19:10:25 UTC
This time they're both caught by surprise- Lestrade lays a palm on the wall above the headboard to keep from collapsing at the sensation as John turns his head into the pillow and hisses. With his open hand, Lestrade grabs a knee to drape over his shoulder, curling John to a near right angle as his shoulders remain flat on the bed and his arms trail underneath him
( ... )
FILL: Territorial (1e/1)
anonymous
April 21 2011, 19:11:44 UTC
They both groan when Lestrade manages the coordination necessary to pull out; John rolls onto his side as Lestrade attempts to unlock his elbow and remove his hand from the wall without crashing forward onto the bedspread
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Lestrade really doesn't mind that his boyfriend's best friend is a crazy loon who interrupts their dates, walks in on them shagging, or occasionally just steals John when Lestrade had plans for him. But occasionally, just sometimes, he feels just that wee bit possessive, and he likes to let Sherlock know that John is also his. By shagging John senseless and marking him with very obvious lovebites.
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Lestrade understands.
No, really, he does.
Sherlock Holmes is practically a force of nature, the type that blows in without warning. The type that creates chaos all around it. The type that is awe inspiring to watch from a distance, but is an absolute adrenaline rush to see up close.
He's always been like that, ever since Lestrade first met him, so, yes, he gets it.
But no one ever said he had to like itSix months into his acquaintance with Sherlock, Lestrade was able to look past the incredible feats to the destruction left in it's wake. The irritated officers, hunched over and groaning like a house blown over in a wind storm, questions left hanging like broken branches, deductions impacting like hail the size of footballs. Five years later, it is all more than a little common place ( ... )
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John's making those noises now, and like always, they go straight to Lestrade’s dick; he's not complaining about it now, he never does, only after, when Sherlock sees him and scoffs. The idea of Sherlock seeing this, seeing what Lestrade does to John, what John lets him do, fills his chest with satisfaction; it makes one side of his mouth curl up as his teeth bite down ( ... )
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This fill, right here? Thing of beauty. Thank you, authoranon!
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