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When Sherlock informs people he'll be unavailable as he's going on holiday, most people assume he'll be on the Continent for a couple of weeks, or rusticating at the family Manor.
Really though? Travelling? Being stuck on a plane or train for hours on end? Dull...

Sherlock much prefers just staying at home and taking a cerebral holiday instead, leting Dom!John take control of a protracted and intense period of submission, weeks during which Sherlock isn't expected to do anything more complex than keep his mouth shut and do as he's told.

You can throw in any other kinks you like, but I'm looking for them playing out a scene that doesn't end with the post-coital snuggling at the end of the night, but rather continues on for uninterrupted days.

OMG NEED THIS LIKE I NEED AIR

*cough* I'll just wait here then, shall I?

Oh, pleas please please, someone fill this - such a genius prompt

Okay... totally had to give this one a crack.

“By the way Lestrade, I will be unavailable for the next two weeks,” Sherlock said as he snapped off his latex gloves. “Please try not to allow London’s criminal classes to run riot in that time.”

“Unavailable?” Lestrade blinked. “Have you got a case in Europe?”

“I said I will be unavailable, not that I had a case,” Sherlock replied impatiently.

“Has John managed to convince you to take a holiday?” Lestrade said in surprise.

“Hardly,” John said, “when have I managed to convince Sherlock of anything?”

“I am taking a break,” Sherlock said, “that is what people do isn’t it?”

“Not you,” Lestrade said. “Going anywhere nice then? I take it John that you’re going to be unavailable for two weeks as well.”

“Oh god no,” John said, “Sherlock’s idea of a break isn’t mine. I’ll be around. I’ve got plenty to keep me occupied, and it’ll be nice to have some peace and quiet.”

Sherlock sniffed with distain and swept out of the room. “I won’t be answering my phone but leave a message if you must,” he tossed over his shoulder.

John smiled at Lestrade and followed after.

“Mycroft, do not bother sticking your nose in, I won’t be available. I’ve destroyed all of your latest surveillance toys so don’t bother.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it brother, do enjoy yourself.”

Sherlock tossed his phone to John who carefully switched it off and dropped it into small canvas bag with Sherlock’s laptop. He closed and padlocked the bag placing it into a cupboard and shutting it away.

“I’ll just say goodbye to Mrs Hudson,” John said. Sherlock nodded from his position on the sofa but didn’t move.

John trotted down the stairs to help Mrs Hudson with her bags and waved her off to the taxi that was taking her to the station for her annual visit to the seaside with her sister.

“That’s that then,” John said returning to the flat and closing the door. “Now strip.” His voice was stronger, more in control.

Sherlock got to his feet and removed all his clothes, letting them drop to the floor. John tilted his head and frowned. “Sherlock…” he said the warning obvious in his voice. Sherlock huffed with annoyance but picked up his clothes and folded them neatly.

“Kneel,” John said when he was satisfied, “hands behind your head.”

When Sherlock gracefully obeyed John went and made a cup of tea, completely ignoring Sherlock as he puttered around the kitchen cleaning up and reading the post.

After ten minutes Sherlock began to shift restlessly and John sighed. “You are perfectly capable of maintaining position for longer that this,” he said finishing his tea and rinsing his mug. Sherlock stilled at John’s words but started up again within minutes.

John sighed again and disappeared upstairs. “Sherlock,” he called after a short period.

Sherlock dropped to his hands and knees and crawled up the stairs to the where John waited at the bathroom door.

“Clean yourself out,” John said, “it’s going to be awhile before you will be able to again.” he let Sherlock crawl into the bathroom and then headed back downstairs leaving the door open.

Sherlock used the toilet and then the enema kit John had left without closing the door. When he was completely cleaned out he crawled back down and knelt up in front of John, who was watching television, hands behind his back and head lowered.

John ignored him until an ad break and then pulled out a length of rope from the box beside the sofa. John bound Sherlock’s arms behind his back looping and knotting the rope into a pattern across his chest and stomach until his shoulders were pulled back and his arms immobilised.

With each knot Sherlock seemed to relax further and further and his mouth was slack when John pushed the butterfly gag in and inflated it.

John secured a blindfold and pushed Sherlock’s shoulders down until he lost his balance and fell forward against the sofa. Slicking up a plug John pushed it into Sherlock’s arse then used another length of rope to bind his legs together at the ankles and knees.

Then John pushed Sherlock back into a kneeling position and pulled the last loop through the binding at Sherlock’s wrists tightening the rope until Sherlock was bent backwards hands resting on his feet.

Finally John took a finer length of silk rope and wrapped it around Sherlock’s soft cock, separating the balls and tying it off at Sherlock’s back pressing the butt plug deeper and holding it in place.

John then proceeded to ignore Sherlock completely except to rest his feet on Sherlock’s thighs while he watched some television. It was a foolish reality show but John enjoyed watching it without any commentary from Sherlock who had stilled completely with the last knot.

Mmm, tempting start :D

there's a lot of bondage in this scene (John seems to like tying Sherlock up, other kinks will take place in future chapters)

After an hour John took some photos of Sherlock to admire later knowing the soft snick of the shutter would alert Sherlock to what he was doing. Sherlock was not overly fond of John taking photos but they had a protocol for keeping them personal and John enjoyed revisiting what he had done to Sherlock.

Putting the camera aside John unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He deflated the butterfly gag and pushed his cock in as he pulled it out of Sherlock’s mouth.

Sherlock managed to shuffle forward enough not to be pulled off balance when John pushed his head down and John returned to watching the news while Sherlock suckled.

John hardened quickly under Sherlock’s ministrations filling his mouth as effectively as the gag had.

Later John would consider allowing Sherlock to suck him for longer but he had errands to run and he’d arranged to meet some pals for a drink so he took hold of Sherlock’s head and fucked that delectable mouth until he released his load straight down Sherlock’s throat.

John released Sherlock’s arms and legs briskly rubbing the circulation back and then guided him to his feet. He was as hard as the cord would allow so John left the bindings around his cock retying the other ropes for purely aesthetic pleasure.

“I’m popping out for a bit,” John said as he secured the gag again, “let’s get you tucked away.”

Sherlock followed unerringly as John led him to the bedroom and secured him to the bed. Leather cuffs at the wrists and ankles stretching him spreadeagle the ropes criss-crossing his body just the way John liked.

John replaced the butt plug with a larger vibrating dildo, flicked it onto the lowest setting and then inserted plugs into Sherlock’s ears. With a quick ruffle of Sherlock’s hair John left the flat.

Three hours later John returned to find Sherlock a writhing sweating mess on the bed. Drool ran down the sides of the gag and John could see the tracks of tears on Sherlock’s face. He pulled up a chair and admired the picture Sherlock made before reaching over and dragging his fingernail over one hard nipple.

(stupid character limit)

Sherlock arched into the touch flinching slightly as John randomly scratched his exposed skin, head twisted from side to side as he tried to anticipate where John would touch next.

Sherlock’s cock rapidly filled again under the attention, as much as the silk cord would allow and John focused on the soft spongy head, teasing the weeping slit stretching it ever so slightly with his little finger.

Sherlock moaned into the gag as John continued to tease his flesh but John wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. He liked driving Sherlock into a physical state of desperation where the brain was overloaded, knowing that nobody else ever saw Sherlock so wrecked and open.

John could feel the alcohol buzzing through his blood and knew he needed to get some sleep. He removed Sherlock’s ear plugs and pulled the vibrating dildo free enjoying the way Sherlock’s hole tried to hold it in.

“Such a greedy slut,” he said with approval deflating the butterfly gag and taking it out of Sherlock’s mouth, “but it’s time for bed.” He left the blindfold on knowing any light would be too much.

He uncuffed Sherlock’s wrists and ankles and was gratified to see the Sherlock didn’t move from the position as he slowly unknotted all the ropes licking across the indentations until only the silk cord around Sherlock’s cock remained.

The bedtime ritual was one of John’s favourite. First he fetched a bottle of water and a straw, rolling Sherlock over he placed the straw to Sherlock’s lips and stroked his throat until he swallowed a few mouthfuls.

Then the leather mittens went on and Sherlock’s hands were cuffed to the bed frame. John stripped down and got into his pyjamas finishing the bottle of water and heading to the bathroom for his own ablutions.

When he returned he pushed Sherlock’s knees up and bound them in position. This also allowed him easy access to Sherlock’s still relaxed arse so he played with the puffy hole until Sherlock started to press back on his fingers.

“Naughty,” John said slapping Sherlock lightly on the buttocks. Even without the gag Sherlock wouldn’t speak unless John asked him a direct question. The hours in bondage had slipped his mind free and John wasn’t of a mind to bring it back just yet.

Instead he tucked himself in behind the bound form and turned off the light. He nuzzled into the hair at the back of Sherlock’s neck and inhaled the sweaty heat before slipping into a dreamless sleep.

Unf. Yummy. Love me some Dom!John.

I'd love to know what's going on from Sherlock's side of all this too.

Oh my… [fans self] 8D

Thank you for the feedback it is appreciated. I have attempted to add Sherlock's side of things but bear in mind he's pretty deep into his break... Sherlock's thoughts are in italics.

In the morning John resisted the urge to just slip his cock into Sherlock’s still slightly puffy and relaxed hole in favour breakfast. He unchained Sherlock and removed the leather mitts. Then he gently unbound Sherlock’s cock. It had softened overnight and the cord was practically falling off anyway but John enjoyed the ritual of unbinding it reinforcing in Sherlock’s mind that it belonged to John.

John affixed a collar around Sherlock’s neck, a simple black leather dog collar that Sherlock had chosen after they had first agreed to the relationship.

Sherlock obediently crawled behind John to the bathroom confident in John’s control even with the blindfold still in place. John was a creature of habit and in submitting Sherlock loved the routines John put in place in so much as he thought of anything at all.

Sherlock knelt by a kitchen chair as John prepared breakfast.

Open.

Chew.

Swallow.

Open.

Touch… press… breath…

Open.

Swallow.

John took a bite of toast and then pressed the slice to Sherlock’s lips. Sherlock took a bite and chewed carefully while John finished it. The second slice followed the same way. Sherlock would have two bites to John’s four but it was enough for John to reward him with the press of his leg against his shoulder allowing him to rest against it as he chewed.

A cup of tea followed the same way with Sherlock giving no complaint to taking his tea the same way as John (in fact in normal life he was slowly changing his preference without realising it).

Breakfast dishes stacked in the sink John led Sherlock into the living room and settled in his favourite chair to read the paper. He positioned Sherlock between his legs facing him head resting on his thigh allowing Sherlock to simply breathe in his scent dropping deeper in preparation for the afternoon.

John.

Once the paper was read from front to back and then back to front just for the sheer pleasure of reading uninterrupted John took Sherlock back into the bedroom.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he said as he removed the blindfold.

Sherlock kept his eyes closed as John opened the large wardrobe and removed the clothes. Lestrade’s occasional drug busts had led them to be creative with their equipment, using innocent things in plain sight or well secured items served double duty.

Sherlock crawled in when directed and raised his arms so John could secure them to the rail. The humbler was kept dismantled enough so the casual observer would pass it by (John was pretty sure Lestrade had recognised it instantly but they were all happy to pretend he didn’t). John pulled Sherlock’s balls through and locked it in place under his buttocks meaning he could only release the strain on his shoulders by rising up and putting strain on his balls.

“I’m going to fuck you later,” John said as he lubed up a moderately sized plug and pressed it into Sherlock’s arse, “don’t let it fall out.” He pushed a ball gag in and secured the straps around the back of Sherlock’s head then shut the wardrobe door leaving Sherlock in darkness again.

Stretch.

Fullness.

Need, low and hard in his stomach.

Stretch.

John opened the wardrobe and dragged the tip of the riding crop down Sherlock’s back tracing the lines of strain in his muscles. He brought it down sharply on Sherlock’s buttocks just to admire the red stripes it made and to hear the muffled gasps through the ball gag.

John released Sherlock’s arms and carefully backed him out of the wardrobe before freeing him from the humbler. John had closed the curtains so he removed the blindfold and let Sherlock adapt to vision again.

Ooh, yey, an update!

oh my GOD please write more?

Pure bondage = not really my kink.

THIS IS GIVING ME NEW KINK

Ah! Another part. This fill just gets more exciting! 8D

Thank you all for the wonderful comments. I bring more bondage, a warning for riding crop and paddle and some actual sex.

“Face down on the bed,” he said when Sherlock focused properly. John removed the ball gag and kissed Sherlock briefly and then allowed him to crawl up onto the bed.

John stretched Sherlock’s arms and legs out, positioning them so that he could attach the restraints he’d attached to each side. Thick leather straps wrapped around wrists and ankles and steel chain that clinked lightly when Sherlock moved. Not so easy to explain away in a drug bust but coiled neatly in a box in John’s room they drew odd looks but so far nobody had asked.

John dragged the crop along Sherlock’s body watching the skin prickle in its wake, watching Sherlock sink deeper. The flicks of the crop were light at first, barely marking the skin as John warmed up. Sherlock’s breathing got harsher as the blows grew harder criss-crossing his back, buttocks and thighs simply because John liked the way Sherlock’s skin marked.

John stopped and put aside the crop so he could strip out of his shirt and vest. He lengthened Sherlock’s leg restraints and picked up the crop again.

“Knees up,” he said with a tap of the crop, “and spread.”

Sherlock shuffled up and spread his knees out, giving his back a lovely arch and giving John a good view of the base of the plug and his hard cock.

“That’s good, very good,” John said in praise.

John tapped the crop lightly against Sherlock’s balls and then brought it down harder on the base of the plug. He swapped out the crop for a flat paddle and played a staccato rhythm on Sherlock’s flesh remembering the last real tune Sherlock had played for him.

He stopped when he saw the fine tremors in Sherlock’s frame and rested his hands on the now hot flesh. He leaned further over to lick across the welts on Sherlock’s back and shuffled back off the bed to strip off the rest of his clothes.

Repositioning himself behind Sherlock John pulled on the base of the plug stretching Sherlock’s hole and then letting the plug slide back in. It was wide enough to keep pressure on Sherlock’s prostate for most of the stroke and John knew the drag would increase Sherlock’s arousal even further.

John kept up the slow push and pull of the plug watching how Sherlock’s body flexed and bowed in time with the action. Arms at full stretch, the long lines of his back straining against the restraints in almost mindless need, Sherlock was beautiful and John almost wished he could keep Sherlock that way for longer, keep him tied up and away from the world, just for John.

Finally John stroked his cock to full hardness and pulled the plug free revelling in the soft exhale of protest from Sherlock’s lips even as he replaced it with his cock.

He pushed all the way in until he could feel the heat of the welts on Sherlock’s buttocks on his thighs. John pushed on Sherlock’s shoulders until they dropped to the bed lifting his hips higher and letting John go deeper.

Finally John started to move pulling back and thrusting forward, his hands gripping tight to Sherlock’s waist thumbs biting into the flesh of his hips. He thrust tiny gasps out of Sherlock and then louder moans as he set his jaw and pounded in hard and fast. He knew he wasn’t going to last long after how beautiful Sherlock had been under the crop.

It only took a few minutes for John to lose his rhythm and fill Sherlock with his come but he let himself rest against Sherlock for a few minutes longer to catch his breath and enjoy the stillness in Sherlock’s body.

Finally he pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up and bring back a cloth and cream for the welts. Sherlock hadn’t shifted position and only a small trickle of his come had escaped. John wiped it away and then pushed another plug into Sherlock to keep his come inside. He carefully applied cream to the worst of the welts and then guided Sherlock down to lie flat on the bed.

“Alright?” he asked as he brushed aside Sherlock’s sweaty hair.

Sherlock blinked at him slowly and then wriggled into a more comfortable position. John smiled, tightened the restraints and left Sherlock to nap while he had a cup of tea and updated his blog in peace.

UNF.
This update made a pleasant surprise over breakfast, I can tell you.

"He pushed all the way in until he could feel the heat of the welts on Sherlock’s buttocks on his thighs. John pushed on Sherlock’s shoulders until they dropped to the bed lifting his hips higher and letting John go deeper."

Mmmmmm. Now that's what I'm talking about.

Mind-blowingly hot update anon!

more bondage, an enema, some edging and oral sex. Quite mild this time then

Their last adventure written up to John’s satisfaction he ran a shallow bath and went to release Sherlock. It had taken some thought to come up with a way of bathing Sherlock while keeping him in some form of restraint and John had finally settled on a ring gag and a waterproof collar and leash that he clipped to the cold tap with enough slack so Sherlock could kneel in the bath.

He let Sherlock use the toilet and set aside the plug to clean later then Sherlock crawled into the bath and knelt on hands and knees waiting for John.

John used and unscented body wash to clean Sherlock. It was gentler on the welts on Sherlock’s back and buttocks and John preferred the simple smell of Sherlock anyway. A tap on the rump and Sherlock knelt up on his haunches so John could rinse him off and shampoo his hair.

It would be easier to use the shower but John preferred the peaceful intimacy of rubbing Sherlock’s scalp and trickling water down his strong pale limbs.

Draining the tub John kept Sherlock in place so he could rig up the enema bag and clean Sherlock out properly. Sherlock didn’t like John participating in the first clean out but he was so deep in his body now that John could do practically anything.

John pushed the lubed nozzle into Sherlock’s arse and released the warm soapy water. There wouldn’t be much to clean out, Sherlock’s barely kept his body fuelled as it was, but John liked the ritual. Liked the way Sherlock’s stomach swelled and his skin shuddered with the effort to keep the water in.

Afterwards John unhooked Sherlock’s leash and helped him out of the bath onto a bathmat to be towelled down. John had cleaned the butt plug while Sherlock was holding in the enema so he slicked it up and pushed it back in.

He wanted to relax and watch a movie so he led Sherlock into the living room and let him crawl up onto the sofa before binding his arms behind his back and leaving him kneeling facing the wall to return upstairs for a quick shower and a comfortable bathrobe.

A beer and a bowl of popcorn and John slipped in a DVD before settling on the sofa and tugging Sherlock down to rest his head in John’s lap. Sherlock turned and nuzzled John’s bathrobe open. John pushed his soft cock into Sherlock’s mouth and turned on the movie.

Sherlock suckled gently on John’s cock oblivious to everything but the shape and feel of John’s slowly thickening shaft. Sherlock is warm and sleepy from the beating and the bath, and will suck gently for hours when John’s distracted and John was happy to be distracted for a couple of hours as Sherlock unknowingly edged him.

Finally as the credits rolled John lifted the bowl off Sherlock’s hip and leaned over to put it on the table pushing his cock deeper into Sherlock’s mouth. Sherlock gagged a little in surprise and then relaxed allowing John to grab the back of his head and fuck his mouth.

He’d come close to orgasm several times so it didn’t take long for John to spill down Sherlock’s throat. After Sherlock licked him clean John rolled Sherlock upright so he could reach down and fist Sherlock’s cock letting Sherlock thrust upwards for more friction.

John caught Sherlock’s release neatly in one cupped palm so he could raise it up for Sherlock to lick clean.

He’d mixed up some protein shakes to keep Sherlock healthy during the break so he laid Sherlock back down and slipped out to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and grab a straw.

John fitted the straw into Sherlock’s mouth and stroked his throat to coax the swallowing reflex.

“You can’t subsist on my come,” he said as Sherlock finally started to swallow, “you need to keep your strength up for the rest of the week.”

Ooh, I'm glad you haven't abandoned this!

Some more warnings for this part. Medical play, sounds and catheters, and the flagrant abuse of medical supplies for bondage

The next morning John did take advantage of waking up with Sherlock’s pliant puffy hole available. He wrapped a hand around Sherlock’s waist and pulled them together, his cock sliding easily inside as Sherlock started to stir. John held him in place for a leisurely fucking running his hand along Sherlock’s sleep warmed flesh until he was ready for a cup of tea then he picked up the pace and shot his load deep into Sherlock.

John climbed out and left Sherlock bound to the bed his come slowly leaking out knowing Sherlock would doze until he unlocked him. Breakfast and a shower would leave John with plenty of time to get Sherlock prepared before he had to go into the surgery. It was only to cover lunch breaks for the other doctors but it was perfect timing to try out some ideas he’d had while helping the practice nurse unpack supplies at the surgery.

He laid out the supplies and then unlocked Sherlock’s arms but left the leather mittens on, rolling Sherlock over and resecuring them to the headboard. This was different enough for Sherlock to pay attention, calmly watching as John unpacked the sterile containers and wiped over the head of his cock with an antibacterial wipe. His breath hitched as John pressed the lubed tip of a sound to his urethral opening and let it slide in.

“It’s all right,” John soothed. He knew how strange the feeling was to have your cock invaded but he also knew how good the sensation could be when handled properly. Holding Sherlock’s shaft straight John spun the sound and let it slip in deeper then he slowly pulled it up before letting it slide back down until Sherlock’s body relaxed and his breathing evened out.

Then John removed the sound completely and lubed up the end of the catheter tube.

“I have to go to work for a few hours and I haven’t got time to toilet you,” John said as he added more lube and pushed the catheter into Sherlock’s urethra carefully. When he felt resistance he pushed onto Sherlock’s bladder and the catheter slipped inside.

He inflated the balloon to keep the catheter in place and taped it to be sure, keeping the valve switched off until he completed preparations.

“Don’t touch,” John ordered as he released Sherlock. He’d been gathering crepe bandage since he’d started imagining scenarios to control Sherlock and he quickly wrapped Sherlock’s arms and torso, bypassing the groin and continuing down Sherlock’s legs. The crepe stretched so it wouldn’t cut off circulation but allowed the skin to breath and coupled with the way he intended to secure the sheet Sherlock wasn’t going anywhere until John let him.

Finally John attached the catheter bag and taped it to the bandages. He hadn’t been sure about it but now that Sherlock was wrapped up it was perfect.

His head and groin were the only areas exposed. John had wrapped the gauze around his throat like a collar and his face was beautifully blank. The catheter stretched his urethra open and kept the shaft soft against his thigh.

“I’m not going to gag or blindfold you because I know you’ll be good and stay where I’ve put you,” John said dropping a light kiss on Sherlock’s forehead.

He released the valve on the catheter so it would drain into the bag and then drew a sheet up over Sherlock’s body so at a casual glance Sherlock appeared to be simply resting. The sheet was the widest John could buy and he tucked it all the way under the mattress and then added a blanket to keep Sherlock warm.

John turned off the light and closed the door as he left hoping Sherlock would doze the hours away and slip deeper into his ‘break’.

Mummification... now there's a kink we don't see much of.

Wow, those crepe bandages would be PERFECT for that!

I am loving this. So many wonderful, creative touches, and John is so thoughtful.

Wow! Sounding and catheter, PLUS bonus mummification! So many lovely kinks that we don't see enough of! Yay!

He kept his eyes closed because he liked the darkness. He was warm and he couldn’t move and he wasn’t thinking beyond the dark and the warmth. He felt the urge to piss and did, the fullness in his urethra making it feel… good. He was warm and couldn’t move, and it was… good.

When John returned he decided to leave Sherlock in bed after giving him some water and emptying the catheter bag. The dummy had fallen out as Sherlock slept so he coated it with honey again and popped it back into Sherlock’s mouth. Sherlock had shifted slightly during the day but was still securely tucked under the sheet. He teased the tip of Sherlock’s cock where the catheter tube stretched it open and toyed with the idea of waxing Sherlock’s body hair off. But he actually liked the fine dusting of hair on Sherlock’s body, it wasn’t excessive and it was rather soft.

Instead he rang Greg and arranged to meet at the pub. Before he left he took a gag that reminded him of a baby dummy dipped it in honey and popped it into Sherlock’s mouth. Sherlock started sucking on it enthusiastically and John had to resist replacing it with his cock. John inserted a decent sized butt plug and wrapped some more gauze around Sherlock’s buttocks and carefully over his catheter impaled cock then headed off.

It was nice to chat with Greg about normal things even if the conversation did always return to Sherlock. Greg tried to weasel Sherlock’s location out of him but he only laughed and said Greg would never believe it and it wouldn’t do to ruin the mystique.

Afterwards he folded some laundry, checked on the moulds he’d put into the freezer and tidied the living room before returning to unwrap Sherlock.

Firstly he carefully deflated the balloon and pulled the catheter free watching for any discomfort from Sherlock. He did it slowly so he could enjoy the way it stretched Sherlock’s cock. When John had disposed of everything he returned with a cloth to clean away the excess lube and gave into the temptation to push his little finger into the slit where the catheter had just been.

“I might have to get you one of those penis plugs, then you’d have to ask permission to go to the bathroom as well,” he said to the pliant figure on the bed. He pushed the crepe bandage holding Sherlock’s cock in place down and tucked it under Sherlock’s balls. “I want to fuck you like this,” he added sucking on the head of Sherlock’s cock for a moment just for the sheer pleasure of it.

Then John rolled Sherlock over taking care to lift his hips slightly and fold up his cock before laying him down on a pillow. The bandages criss-crossed Sherlock’s buttocks but had ridden up in places and exposed the butt plug so he unzipped and pulled it free pushing his cock in as Sherlock’s hole fluttered closed. Sherlock couldn’t even brace against John’s thrusts so John pinned his bandaged hips in place so he could fuck into the pliant body at his own speed.

Sherlock tightened around him responding to the press of his cock. Sherlock was always so very responsive in a full submissive state and John loved to shoot his load deep into the slick channel that was his alone.

John pulled out and cleaned up before slowly unwrapping the bandages from around Sherlock. He kept Sherlock face down so he could admire the crepe imprints in Sherlock’s soft round buttocks and pull them apart to lick some of his own release out of Sherlock’s hole.

Sherlock never cared what he did so long as the sensations shut down the mental processes so John took care to do all the things he’d always wanted to do.

He pushed his tongue deeper into Sherlock’s arse, the slight metallic tang of the lube mixing with the salty sweetness of his come and the unique taste of Sherlock. With the bandages still around his arms and upper body Sherlock could only writhe and press back to meet John’s tongue as it explored every fold and delved as deep as John could reach.

Sherlock clenched around John’s tongue and then stilled so John sat up, red-faced and aroused again to discover he’d made Sherlock come just from eating him out.

“You are magnificent like this,” John said as he slowly unwound the rest of the bandages. “I mean I can get hard just from listening to your deductions but this is all mine and you’re perfect.”

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