Prompting Part XXXVII

[sherlockbbc_fic]

This is the new prompting post for the Sherlock Prompting Meme. Prompts from LJ can still be filled there with links here or filled here in the new overflow post.

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MEME LINKS
Pinboard Archive - Delicious Archive - Guide to the Archive
Filled Prompts Posts: Parts 1-23 - Parts 24-36 - Parts 37+ - Spoiler Free
The Glorious FAQ - Page-A-Mod

Flat View of This Page - Newest Page in Flatview - Newest Page of the Meme

Links to previous prompting parts - Overflow Post

OTHER LINKS AND AFFILIATES
sherlock_rants: A place to rant about or discuss anything with few to no restrictions.
sherlock_rpf: This is a kinkmeme for RPF about the show.
sherlockcrit: A multi-fandom betaing/concrit community, with a focus on BBC Sherlock.
sherlockbbc: A community dedicated to the BBC adaptation of Sherlock Holmes.
Useful resources for Sherlock and LiveJournal.
Sherlock screencaps.

Comments

Fill: Bottled up (1/4)

[tenderly_wicked]

“Come here, my dear.”

By now, Sherlock must know that it doesn’t bode well when Charles calls him “my dear,” or calls him at all, come to think of it. Charles hides a smile, contemplating the tight, apprehensive expression on Sherlock’s face. He’s a clever boy; he understands it instantly when Charles is displeased with him, which makes it more fun to go slowly with chastising.

By the end of the day, Charles likes sipping whiskey in the large lobby of Appledore, enjoying the view of the Cotswold hills—and of Sherlock, kneeling by his side, silent and motionless, his head bowed. The poor thing becomes so wretchedly bored after a while that he seems almost glad when Charles declares that it’s time for bed, though he still doesn’t quite enjoy what follows.

Tonight Charles has something different in mind. He beckons Sherlock and points at his feet, so that Sherlock kneels on the floor by the leather sofa, as always. Routine is good for training. It keeps Sherlock grounded. But sometimes it’s nice to try something new.

“You’ve been a naughty, naughty boy,” Charles croons, fingering the outline of Sherlock’s collar. Sherlock’s slender neck, as it has turned out, is very sensitive. It’s amusing to watch how his body reacts despite his will—the lush lips part, and his breathing becomes a little laboured.

Sherlock is dressed the way Charles likes it. Charles enjoys choosing outfits for his plaything. Tight dark jeans with nothing underneath them and an equally tight aubergene-coloured shirt compliment Sherlock’s pale complexion. He’s always barefoot, except for the times when guests arrive. There’s exquisite cruelty to it that he can see the vast expansion of beautiful green hills and meadows through the glass walls, but never actually goes out.

“Why don’t you ask me how I know that you’ve been naughty?” Charles prompts, experimentally squeezing Sherlock’s nipple that perks through the fine fabric. Sherlock gives a faint gasp, despite his will. He knows better than to respond to rhetorical questions.

“As you might have noticed, I have an excellent memory,” Charles continues, skimming a hand across Sherlock’s chest. “I distinctly remember the level of whiskey in this decanter—very rare and expensive whiskey, I must remind you. Since recently, every day it’s a little lower than it should be. I’m afraid that you’ve started drinking, in secret, before coming to bed with me. Does it help you relax? Or do you resent our parlour games so much that you prefer to drink yourself numb?”

There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice, and Sherlock hastens to redeem himself by grasping at the offered explanation. “It just helps me relax, yes. You like it when I’m loose.”

He sounds apologetic, almost ingratiating. It’s a wonder what thorough training does to proud young men.

“It’s good that you strive to please me of course,” Charles muses, caressing his cheek. “But—”

A harsh slap catches Sherlock unawares.

“I don’t like when you do something to your body without my permission. I also don’t like when someone steals from me,” Charles explains as Sherlock blinks, unwanted tears in the corner of his eyes. “I hope you’ll never be so indiscreet as to steal my whiskey again. However, today I’ll let you have some of it, just to see how relaxed it gets you. Clothes off.”

Sherlock stares at him, uncomprehending, and Charles deigns to explain: “I didn’t say I’d let you drink it. Let’s administer it in a more pleasing way. What are you waiting for? I said, clothes off.”