enaidmora asked: “ John began to lose himself in the silky heat of Sherlocks body, enjoying the ability to claim this tempestous young man. "Beg for it." Sherlock pushed back against his thrusts, arching his back and clenching down. "Please, sir. Harder. Fuck me harder." John growled, threading his fingers through his sweaty hair. The sound of their union filled the room with slaps and the wet sound of friction. Sherlock bit his lip to keep back the moans as his prostate was assaulted. "Come for me" John hissed(4) ”

enaidmora asked: “ John slowly ran his hand down one of the cheeks, loving the feel of the firm muscle beneath the silky pale skin. "You will only moan when I tell you to, you will only come when I say you can, is that understood?" Sherlock moaned and nodded, pushing back against the erection still in John's pants. John quickly removed his cock, fishing around for lube in his drawer. He thrusted in, his hips hitting the back of Shelock's thighs audibly. "Now moan for me." Sherlock groaned. "Yes, sir" (3) ”

enaidmora asked: “ John groaned, unable to deny it. Sherlock toyed with the front of John's fatigues, slowly rolling his hips. "You know I prepared myself before I came here to save time. I imagined it was your fingers inside of me, stretching me, making me moan and writhe. But what I really want is your cock." John growled, pulling Sherlock against him. "Drop your trousers and bend over." Sherlock did just that, resting on his elbows against John's desk, ass in the air. "Fuck me, John." "Call me sir." (2) ”

enaidmora asked: “ Private Holmes smirked, absently playing with his dogtags. "Captain," he drawled. Captain Watson nodded, sitting down stiffly. "You really must stop terrorizing Anderson," John said. Sherlock smirked. "But then I would miss are lovely time together. Do you want me to ride you or suck you off tonight?" John frowned. "You are insubordinate and are causing strife in the garrison." Sherlock sauntered over to his CO and sat on his lap, rolling his hips. "And you love every second of it, sir" (1) ”

Anonymous asked: “ The mark he sucks is very dark, and very noticeable, sitting above his shirt collar where he knows that everyone can see. And Sherlock tilts his head back, exposing himself to John, and John takes full advantage, tightening his grip until Sherlock's breath comes in short gasps. "You won't look again, will you?" John hisses, and Sherlock shakes his head. "Never." "Good." And with that, John releases him and walk into the kitchen for tea, leaving Sherlock dazed and with a very insistent erection. ”

Anonymous asked: “ The hand closing around his throat form behind is unexpected, but Sherlock freezes immediately. John leans down and licks along the outside of Sherlock's ear. "I saw you watching today." They both know what he means. Their suspect wasn't unattractive - even John wasn't able to keep his eyes off the man - but Sherlock never looks. Except this time he did. And John knows it. Sherlock feels John's teeth nip long his jaw down to his throat, then John sinks his teeth into the tender skin. (part 1) ”

Anonymous asked: “ Lestrade had learned to tell the difference between Jim and Moriarty. Jim was the person who shared his bed, who had a wonderfully morbid and twisted sense of humour that nevertheless made him laugh. Moriarty was sharp edges and gunpowder on a hair trigger, ready to snap at the smallest provocation. But it was nights like tonight, nights where he was Jim and Lestrade was Greg (for who would know better the dichotomy of having two names) that Lestrade enjoyed the most. ”

Anonymous asked: “ Lestrade stretched, his left hand sliding down his stomach to wrap around his cock. It had been a long day, and now he was looking forward to a nice bit of quiet. He stroked himself once, twice, and his phone beeped. He cursed, grabbed it, and opened the text. <<Just like that. You know how I like you. I'm watching. –JM>> Smiling, glancing around in vain to find the camera, he moved his hand faster. ”