Taste Me IV
Alright, I wrote this today like five minutes ago and boy - I think I might be a pervert because this is probably the most dirty thing I've ever written - and I barely even blushed while writing this.
Anyway, comments and criticisms are welcome - and also what you would like to see the boys getting themselves into in one of the next parts is also fantastic, if you have ideas I'd love to know.
Please enjoy.
John came across the idea while on a case with Sherlock. It was a very miniscule part of the case, only discovered and thought about briefly when he had uncovered a magazine from the victim's bedroom – until of course, John had gotten home with Sherlock and realized what he had seen, and finally thought about it.
And of course, the thoughts developed into ideas, and those pictures he saw on the pages of the magazine formed images into his head, which became fantasies – and John knew what he was going to do (though it took a few days before he found it and followed what his dirty thoughts had planned out for him) once he had Sherlock alone, with no disturbances.
He came home from the shop to find Sherlock lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with his hands tucked under his chin, pointer fingers prodding his lower lip in thought. His eyes flicked to John when he opened the door, a faint smile on his lips.
John returned the smile – so innocent Sherlock was, so open (though no one but John ever saw that openness). John constantly had to remind himself to stand down while on cases or else he'd end up compromising the crime scene at the expense of a buggering. Though, John thought, his mouth turning down in contemplation – that wasn't a bad idea and he would have to explore it sometime soon.
"I uh – I brought something home for you, Sherlock." John licked his lips. Sherlock's smile grew bigger, and he sat up and leaned forward, his head tilting in wonder at just what John had gotten him.
"I'll give it to you in the bedroom, Sherlock. Come on," John told him, cocking his head toward the room. He walked to the bed, hearing Sherlock's faint footsteps trotting in behind him.
John put the small paper bag on the bed, patting it before turning to the tall man behind him. John smiled, and then abruptly began tugging off the clothing the blue eyed man wore – his robe, first, then his shirt. Sherlock's eyebrows were turned down in confusion but he complied willingly as John had never taken his clothes off without the intent of copulation. And if that is what he was currently planning – well, Sherlock would not be one to turn that offer down.
The doctor completed his goal and had the detective standing naked before him, his cock flaccid, and so very little. John smiled at it, then at Sherlock – who was blushing at the attention bestowed on his penis and almost covered himself – before John placed his hands on Sherlock's upper arms and led him to a sitting position at the foot of their bed.
"Alright, Sherlock. Here we go," John said as he leaned around the taller man for the paper bag, before standing upright with his legs in between the detective's. He stuck his hand in the bag and removed the contents, and then promptly dropped the bag on the floor.
In his hands was a long pink ribbon – silky and shiny, it was the thickness of Sherlock's cock before he was hard – the perfect size to wrap around the little thing.
John leaned down and kissed Sherlock's cheek before he wrapped the ribbon around Sherlock's cock. The blush on his cheeks spread to his chest, and a deep breathe suggested that Sherlock was aroused at the idea of what John intended to do.
"A little bow for the little cock," John murmured against Sherlock's throat, and he tied off the bow with quick and sure fingers. Sherlock grunted and leaned into John as the bow was synched tight against his sensitive skin – the pressure delicious and so dirty, Sherlock's prick hardened within its silky pink confines.
"John?" Sherlock was confused. John shushed him, and told him that he wasn't finished with him yet, and that he needed to lie back against the bed.
Sherlock all but flopped against the mattress – his legs now spread out and arms, too, as John stood with his clothed thighs rubbing against Sherlock's pale and bare ones. John rubbed his hands along the expanse of skin before him, over those creamy thighs and over those bony hips. His hands splayed on Sherlock's belly, so soft and firm. His hands tugged on the hair that trailed down his abdomen to his cock, a soft sound escaping Sherlock at the action, before he leaned down to press kisses all over Sherlock's open and compliant body.
The kisses were warm, and wet, and Sherlock began to squirm underneath John as his actions continued. His hands always moving, his fingers always roaming. His tongue and lips never slowing in their path across his skin.
And when Sherlock twisted his hands in John's hair – that was when John reached down to under the bed and grabbed the lubricant he had placed there (his dirty thoughts were very thorough in their planning) and rubbed some onto his fingers.
He pulled Sherlock's thighs further apart, lifting them just so in order to reach Sherlock's ass. His fingers prodded against the puckered hole, and the sensation made Sherlock gasp and his cock twitch – the pink bow feeling tighter as he hardened within it. He let out a choked noise, before squealing as John inserted two fingers within him abruptly. The doctor had many nights of practice, and like Sherlock – knew exactly which angle to find the prostate immediately. John went slow, though – Sherlock was still unprepared for his cock inside him, let alone those two fingers already massaging him from within, and pulled one finger out slowly. He used his other hand – also coated with lubricant – and rubbed Sherlock's perineum in slow and hard circles.
John leaned down again, this time catching Sherlock's mouth with his own. John's tongue flicked into his mouth quickly and out again – and he continued to do this, without pattern, just licking into and out of Sherlock's mouth, finger squelching as he pushed it in and out of Sherlock's ass, over and over – and Sherlock ended up with his mouth hanging open, saliva pooling around the edges of his lips and down his cheeks,moaning obscenely – before John took pity on the poor man – his fists gripping the sheets and his hips desperately trying to meet John's hand in some kind of rhythm but being unable to find one – before the blonde sucked Sherlock's tongue into his mouth, dominated him, added another finger inside his bum – deeper and deeper, prodding and massaging the prostate – Sherlock keening and groaning – John swallowing all the noises coming from the detective's throat – tasting his desperation – feeling the plea inside of Sherlock's body from the trembling of his thighs and the gripping of his own hair and reveling in it. He spent so long preparing Sherlock's ass, making him so ready for his cock he lost track of the time – but it was dimly lit in the bedroom by the time he was open and ready and wet and hot and so deliciously wanton.
John continued to fuck Sherlock's mouth with his tongue – in and out – hard and deep – and with the hand not inside Sherlock, he managed to unbutton his trousers and pull off his pants (no small feat as Sherlock's legs had wrapped around John's waist in desperation) and add more lubricant to his cock before slowly removing his fingers from inside of the detective.
His tongue pulled out as well, just as slowly, and Sherlock let out a desperate noise and took his hand out of his curls to pull John's lips back to his own. John chuckled, kissed his lips again, before rubbing the head of his cock against Sherlock's ass, rubbing it around the hole, pushing it in so slowly that Sherlock thought he'd come by the time John was entirely inside of him – and just about did, if it weren't for that tiny little ribbon around his cock.
"Nnh," Sherlock's voice didn't work beyond the dirty noises that John ripped from his throat – so slow were his thrusts, Sherlock saw stars with every slide inside of him. John continually entered Sherlock with no signs of changing speed, just slow, deep thrusts – perfectly aligned to make Sherlock moan over and over and he couldn't stop – he needed to come – he needed John to go faster – oh please please please – and he didn't realize he said it aloud until John's voice growled into his ear – dark and as desperate as he was.
"Do you – nnh - want me to go faster, Sherlock? – hah – is that what you – nnm – want?" and John didn't wait for an answer – he plowed into the man's ass, leaning over him, legs still firmly on the ground as he pulled Sherlock's thighs further apart and pinned them against the bed, Sherlock's feet waving in the air, his toes curling as John's cock continued to press against his prostate with no hope in stopping or reaching completion anytime soon – thrust after thrust after thrust – so thorough and satisfying and oh oh oh God – and the little pink bow kept snagging on John's stomach and the hairs on his groin with every thrust and it was utterly soaked, dark pink in color from the wetness of Sherlock's pre-cum and sweat.
"John – John –" Sherlock gasped and pleaded for John to let him finish – but his words weren't working and he couldn't keep his eyes open and it was too much and – he threw his head back against the bed - and his arms tightened around John's shoulders - and his grip tightened in John's hair - and - his body clenched around John and he came so bloody hard that John immediately came after him, the convulsions from Sherlock's body ripping his orgasm out of him – and they gripped each other and gave each other wet and deep kisses and they rode their orgasms in their entirety – moaning breathily all the while.
John licked into Sherlock's mouth again, slowly like he had before – before saying something in a low voice.
"I have another surprise for you Sherlock – but you'll get that tomorrow."
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Alright well I basically combined all of he Taste Me series into one spot, and I don't want to lose any of my reviews that I earned. So I'm gonna put them all here.
Thank you guys so much for reading!
Part Two reviews:
Reviews for Taste Me II HersheyKissesLove chapter 1 . Jul 24, 2013
I love this series! John's dirty talking soooo hot lol. I hope there is more to come!
SakuraBlossom58 chapter 1 . Jul 21, 2013
I like your one shots! Keep em coming :D
reflectiveless chapter 1 . Jul 21, 2013
Omg i love this concept entirely too much! John is such a cock tease!
belly chapter 1 . Jul 20, 2013
FANS MYSELF AND SCREAMS
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Part Three Reviews:
Reviews for Taste Me III reflectiveless chapter 1 . Sep 10, 2013
Oh gosh i had no idea you already wrote a third one! I love these entirely too much!
If you still plan on writing more I would love one of John teasing Sherlock in a public place thinking they're safe when someone walks in on them.