One of my personal favorite kinds of play! Don't know why it never occurred to me to write...
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It starts with a trip to a cigar bar. Sherlock isn’t even present, but John goes out with his friends to celebrate the new year and when he returns Sherlock smells smoke on him and has to focus very hard not to just put his hand on his cock right there. John’s never been good enough to observe Sherlock’s fetishistic interest in smoking; he thinks it’s just a naughty habit. He doesn’t know how Sherlock used to watch older men on their smoke breaks at far too young an age, fantasizing over the house help and imagining himself on his knees with a bit of rough in the form of a hasty blowjob and a man paid by his parents smoking lazily over his head. He doesn’t know that Sherlock started smoking in the first place mostly because he wanted to be around smokers, how the smell of smoke evokes an almost Pavlovian response in him. He doesn’t know that for Sherlock, as much as he enjoys watching a handsome man smoke a cigarette, cigars are the ultimate in perversion. The ritual of the experience, the opportunities for submission and service and degradation all in one shiny package—it’s something he discovered long before the Internet age, as his posh peers came of age and learned to smoke Cubans in the drawing room at dinner parties, but porntube has made his filthy desires distinctly more accessible in visual format.
Before streaming video, Sherlock didn’t know about the whole subculture around cigars within the wider gay male kinky community. He certainly fantasized about being on his knees, about lighting a man’s cigar for him, even about ash on his skin, but it was the Internet where he learned that there are so many more options for a cigar fetishist. He has a massive collection of downloaded video and links on his laptop, easily hidden from John behind a simple password layer, featuring everything from polite naked boys looking lovingly up at their smoking masters to a particular favorite of his where the boy is forced to suck ash off a leather Daddy's cock, then shoved to the floor with a boot on his neck, his tongue out and begging for more of the gritty residue. Sherlock doesn’t think he’d have the patience for elaborate and meticulous service, offering and cutting cigars for a party of men, but he certainly likes the idea of being humiliated and degraded during a smoking session, serving as a mere receptacle or an amusement for his partner as he wriggles from the pain of hot ash on his body. He’s never had the opportunity to play out his fantasies, but now that he and John have been in a relationship for approximately three weeks, and given his deductions around John’s willingness to indulge in kinky activities including but not limited to power exchange, he feels eager enough that when John comes back from the bar, smelling pleasantly of smoke, he burrows into the man’s neck and immediately hatches a plan.
Light, Burn, Ash, Suck (1/?)
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It starts with a trip to a cigar bar. Sherlock isn’t even present, but John goes out with his friends to celebrate the new year and when he returns Sherlock smells smoke on him and has to focus very hard not to just put his hand on his cock right there. John’s never been good enough to observe Sherlock’s fetishistic interest in smoking; he thinks it’s just a naughty habit. He doesn’t know how Sherlock used to watch older men on their smoke breaks at far too young an age, fantasizing over the house help and imagining himself on his knees with a bit of rough in the form of a hasty blowjob and a man paid by his parents smoking lazily over his head. He doesn’t know that Sherlock started smoking in the first place mostly because he wanted to be around smokers, how the smell of smoke evokes an almost Pavlovian response in him. He doesn’t know that for Sherlock, as much as he enjoys watching a handsome man smoke a cigarette, cigars are the ultimate in perversion. The ritual of the experience, the opportunities for submission and service and degradation all in one shiny package—it’s something he discovered long before the Internet age, as his posh peers came of age and learned to smoke Cubans in the drawing room at dinner parties, but porntube has made his filthy desires distinctly more accessible in visual format.
Before streaming video, Sherlock didn’t know about the whole subculture around cigars within the wider gay male kinky community. He certainly fantasized about being on his knees, about lighting a man’s cigar for him, even about ash on his skin, but it was the Internet where he learned that there are so many more options for a cigar fetishist. He has a massive collection of downloaded video and links on his laptop, easily hidden from John behind a simple password layer, featuring everything from polite naked boys looking lovingly up at their smoking masters to a particular favorite of his where the boy is forced to suck ash off a leather Daddy's cock, then shoved to the floor with a boot on his neck, his tongue out and begging for more of the gritty residue. Sherlock doesn’t think he’d have the patience for elaborate and meticulous service, offering and cutting cigars for a party of men, but he certainly likes the idea of being humiliated and degraded during a smoking session, serving as a mere receptacle or an amusement for his partner as he wriggles from the pain of hot ash on his body. He’s never had the opportunity to play out his fantasies, but now that he and John have been in a relationship for approximately three weeks, and given his deductions around John’s willingness to indulge in kinky activities including but not limited to power exchange, he feels eager enough that when John comes back from the bar, smelling pleasantly of smoke, he burrows into the man’s neck and immediately hatches a plan.