((Short part but the character limit on these posts fucked me over -_- ))
Sherlock felt tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as Sergei picked up his pace, laughing along with his friends as he rammed his cock again and again down his throat, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out. His voice was muffled around the engorged organ he was currently sucking off, and he could tell by the way Sergei hissed under his breath that the vibrations of Sherlock's voice had felt good. That more than anything else made shame twist in Sherlock's guts. The last thing he wanted to do was give Sergei pleasure by choice, even accidentally.
Finally with a shuddering groan the Russian came, shooting hot ropes of thick hot ejaculate down Sherlock's windpipe, and he was finally left to retch out the contents of his stomach onto the carpet as Sergei pulled his head back and away.
"Tut.. that was expensive. Oh well you are worth more, for being such a good lay. I could have you every day and never get bored of that pretty little mouth."
Sherlock tried not to whimper as his cheek was caressed almost tenderly, but wasn't sure he was entirely successful. He wasn't sure of anything any more. Except that it hurt.. it /still/ hurt. Ah.. of course someone was still finger fucking him from behind, that might explain why.
He dropped his head to the edge of the bed and bit the covers as a third finger was added, and he felt his entrance tear. The fingers were well lubricated, but he was a virgin, and nothing even close to relaxed enough to allow that kind of intrusion. It was only going to get worse too Sherlock thought with a groan, especially if Sergei's friends were even half as big as he had been.
'Please dear god let this be over soon' Sherlock pleaded silently.
Re: Complications Part 13
Sherlock felt tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as Sergei picked up his pace, laughing along with his friends as he rammed his cock again and again down his throat, and he couldn't stop himself from crying out. His voice was muffled around the engorged organ he was currently sucking off, and he could tell by the way Sergei hissed under his breath that the vibrations of Sherlock's voice had felt good. That more than anything else made shame twist in Sherlock's guts. The last thing he wanted to do was give Sergei pleasure by choice, even accidentally.
Finally with a shuddering groan the Russian came, shooting hot ropes of thick hot ejaculate down Sherlock's windpipe, and he was finally left to retch out the contents of his stomach onto the carpet as Sergei pulled his head back and away.
"Tut.. that was expensive. Oh well you are worth more, for being such a good lay. I could have you every day and never get bored of that pretty little mouth."
Sherlock tried not to whimper as his cheek was caressed almost tenderly, but wasn't sure he was entirely successful. He wasn't sure of anything any more. Except that it hurt.. it /still/ hurt. Ah.. of course someone was still finger fucking him from behind, that might explain why.
He dropped his head to the edge of the bed and bit the covers as a third finger was added, and he felt his entrance tear. The fingers were well lubricated, but he was a virgin, and nothing even close to relaxed enough to allow that kind of intrusion. It was only going to get worse too Sherlock thought with a groan, especially if Sergei's friends were even half as big as he had been.
'Please dear god let this be over soon' Sherlock pleaded silently.