#dom!sherlock

Dom!John tells Sherlock to get his lazy arse up and get it himself.

Dom!Sherlock is a big gayby and remains seated in a pensive pose, wishing he had a subordinate lover...

A Quiet Afternoon (2211 words) by SailorChibi Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Dom/sub, D/s, Dom!Sherlock, Sub!John, Safewords, Toys, butt plug, Spanking, Established Relationship, consensual d/s relationship, After care, fingering Series: Part 5 of Caring For John Summary:

BANG BANG. *Shoots confetti* (Sorry if it's not so good. I wrote it really fast. Sorry again for the mistake and such.)

Sherlock didn’t tell Lestrade what do next. It was all planned out. Now John wore the cock ring and Lestrade was free. Sherlock lifted John from his position on his knees and held him close, then slid his hands to John’s hips. The riding crop was still in his right hand. Sherlock bit down on the cavity between neck and shoulder, and slid all the way into John, bucking his hips upward once he was there. John fought the urge to touch himself, trying so hard not to moan. Then he felt Lestrade close in, his prick dangerously close. He knew then, exactly what was going to happen. 

He was going to take two cocks at once.

Sherlock slid over to provide Lestrade some room. “Are you sure we’ll both fit?” asked Lestrade. 

“Of course we will.”

Lestrade held John open with three fingers from one hand, and positioned his prick with the other. John panted in anticipation as feeling of Lestrade’s cock on his arse. 

“Please,” he begged.

Sherlock pulled out. That earned him another whipping.

***

“Ready” asked Sherlock. Both he and Lestrade held John open, their cocks touching and rubbing on each other. Lestrade whimpered at the feel, and Sherlock kept his cool. John braced himself as he felt the heads of their cocks touch him just at his opening, and together, they began sliding in. 

With each new bit of skin that penetrated him, John got harder and harder. 

“Give him all of it!” commanded Sherlock. They both thrust the rest of the way in, and John thought he was going to rip open. 

“Jesus God!” He screamed. 

For this, Sherlock bit down on his neck. Hard. 

John needed to come so badly. 

“Please let me come. Please.”

Sherlock and Lestrade thrust in and out. Neither said anything. John throbbed painfully against the ring and need pulsed throughout every inch of his body. He felt Lestrade quiver and grip him much more tightly, groaning as his body went completely stiff and he came hard into John.

Sherlock felt the extra wetness on his prick and began sucking and kissing John’s neck rapidly, little noises escaping his throat as he thrust faster, harder. 

John was practically crying, his entire being wanting to come and hating the denial of it. 

“Please please please,” he cried. 

Then Sherlock thrust really hard upward and came. He and Lestrade pulled out simultaneously, leaving John a whimpering mess. Their come dripped down his arse and they admired their work.

“It’s his birthday,” said Lestrade. “Should we let him?”

Sherlock pondered for a moment, then whispered into John’s ear. “You’ve been a bad boy, but I’ll let you off easy today.”

He reached around and removed the ring, then took John’s cock in his hand. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday.”

He bit down on his ear and John sighed in relief. Sherlock only needed one tug to bring John to orgasm, coming all over the coffee table. 

After a moment to catch his breath, John turned to Sherlock and Lestrade.

“Are you satisfied?” Asked Sherlock, clearly very pleased with himself. Lestrade seemed to share in the feeling.

John smiled. “It was the best birthday I could ever ask for.”

HOLY FUCKS!!! Happy Fucking Birthday John! Shit son! *fans self*~♥