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Prompting Part XXXV
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Re: FILL - Move Over, Steven Spielberg - NC17 - 6
(Anonymous) 2014-08-04 07:49 am (UTC)(link)He was so pleased that John was a part of it. It couldn’t have been better, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was going to make this so special for John, who was doing this marvellous thing for him. He spent some time kissing John’s neck, stroking his back, reaching around to roll his nipples between languid fingers. And of course John liked to be handled, liked it when Sherlock - well, anyone really – squeezed his cock gently, encouraging him to join in with this blatant reminder of his own masculinity. And Sherlock thought the older man might actually be able to free himself from the cuffs when he used his left hand to scratch his specially-grown fingernails over John’s buttocks.
John. Sherlock was reminded of his presence when he aimed himself just so and John gave a loud groan at finally being entered.
“Oh, John, this is lovely,” Sherlock murmured. “I can honestly say that this is quite relaxing. I can feel the lead inside you despite the condom but it doesn’t restrict my movement at all. Can you feel it? Is it comfortable for you?”
John gave a little squeak.
“Oh, good. This….this is amazing,” Sherlock panted. “I find your passage quite enjoyable. And it’s exciting to think that afterwards I’ll have a visual to go with these sensations. Putting the two together will be a first, for me undoubtedly.”
John shivered, feeling the slow drag down to his bones. He loved this. The presence of the camera – he still couldn’t quite believe what Sherlock had done – was nothing. It wasn’t important. What was important was that he was being comprehensively fucked by the man he loved. It couldn’t get any better than this.
Only it could. He pulled on the cuffs, wanting to gasp with the sheer happiness of it all but knowing he was unable to, leaned his head back, desperate to be kissed again. But Sherlock’s experiment was progressing apace by now. The cock inside him began to move that little bit faster, he shuddered almost constantly at the feel of it stroking him inside, listened to Sherlock’s breathing get faster and faster and waited in position on the edge, ready to be swept over.
Sherlock suddenly gave a muted cry and pushed into him one last time, wrapping arms that were stronger than they looked around his body, holding him close as they went over together. John was aware of the sticky fluid spurting into him, warm and familiar, and welcomed it in with a groan of joy.
“There, it’s done,” Sherlock whispered as he dropped his head to John’s back. “You are my love, John Watson. Who else would give themselves so completely, who else would trust me, of all people, let me do what I have done?”
He stayed where he was for a few minutes more, letting John’s kindness warm him through and through. It wasn’t an unquestioning love, this love John had for him, but it was fierce and tender all at once, it was the bedrock of his life and he was determined to keep it.
Slowly, reluctantly, he let himself slide out of John’s passage. He left a cheeky kiss on the left buttock, which was glistening a little bit, and smiled when John started protesting, voice muffled by the gag.
“Let’s get this out of you shall we?” he said, and started to gently remove everything, first the camera lead, then the strap from around his leg, and finally withdrawing the light. And he couldn’t help adding: “I can’t wait to see the footage.” He couldn’t keep the anticipation out of his voice.
He placed the paraphernalia on the beside table and finally got around to removing the restraints from John’s body, freeing his mouth a little reluctantly, waiting for the earful of abuse he was sure he was in for.
Re: FILL - Move Over, Steven Spielberg - NC17 - 7 - End
(Anonymous) 2014-08-04 07:54 am (UTC)(link)“Want to see the footage?” Sherlock asked, gently kneading John’s arms and legs one after the other and John laughed an exhausted laugh.
“Later,” he said. “Come here and kiss me.”
They sat together after eating dinner and watched the telly, only this time it wasn’t Eastenders that occupied their attention.
“Wow”, John marvelled, fascinated. “Is that really me?”
“Yes,” Sherlock told him. “It’s all you. You see where you did that thing with your anus just then? That was amazing. It felt like I was being manipulated by unseen fingers. And look, that’s…”
“That’s what my back passage looks like from the inside,” John said quietly. “And that’s you inside it.”
On the screen they could see the shaft advancing, pulsing gently, before withdrawing slightly, only to push deeper. And repeat. And repeat. They sat close together on the couch, watching with rapt attention.
“Oh, and there’s the moment where I located your prostate,” Sherlock pointed out as the part of John they could see on the screen moved abruptly with a sharp yet muffled cry of pleasure.
The unseen Sherlock on the screen murmured softly “That’s my John, move a little now, come on, and take me deeper.” And the John whose arse they could see into on the screen did just that.
The John beside him on the couch snickered. “I can see a whole new career opening up for you as a film director,” he said. “Before you call Steven Spielberg for advice you might want to vary some of the camera angles, though.”
Sherlock scowled. “Shut up, John.” He said. “I want to concentrate.”
It was nearly over and the whole point of even doing it was for the sight in front of him. He wanted to see and feel the way it had been, so that he never forgot it.
And then it was happening, and he saw himself bring John to an absolutely brilliant climax. It was no different to the others he’d coaxed out of his doctor, but this time he could see it from both sides, feel it from both sides, and it lodged in his memory as something he would never forget. He immediately stowed it carefully away on a DVD on a shelf in a room in his Mind Palace. He would be returning to this moment again. He was especially proud of his own orgasm, long and sharply gratifying waves, making every muscle he had seize up in pleasure.
Then he saw himself remaining in that tight space for a while, enjoying the aftermath while cherishing John in trembling hands.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No,” John said. Well, no more than I wanted, he thought.
“Thank you, John,” Sherlock said again. “Now I know.”
“Now you know?” John made it a question.
“Yes. Now I know exactly what you do for me.”
“Besides patching you up, chasing all over London with you, reminding you to do the necessary things everyone needs to do, putting my life on the line for you?”
“Yes, all of that and more, John. You give me a reason.”
He didn’t elaborate.
John’s head tilted to one side as he regarded his lover. He said nothing. He didn’t need to. He wasn’t about to point out that whatever he did for Sherlock had just been returned, many times over. In Sherlock’s unique way, maybe, but he’d take that.
He put his head on Sherlock’s shoulder and slid one arm around him. And Sherlock let him. Things like this tonight didn’t really matter, John thought. What mattered was that they were together.
It was enough for John.
End
Re: FILL - Move Over, Steven Spielberg - NC17 - 7 - End
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