Can you expand upon Sherlock and James taking John apart and John comes embarrassingly quickly and then sits back and watches James prepare and fuck Sherlock and by the time they're almost finished he's hard as a rock again?
I would love to. *ahahahem*
John is wiped out. He stayed up until two in the morning trying to appease one of Sherlock’s bouts of boredom even though it was difficult to complain considering how it resolved itself. Unfortunately, his body was not up to the task of keeping up with Sherlock’s sensational sexual curiosity - newly realized and a long time dormant - and an early shift. He was too old for these things. He blearily hoped that tonight would be quiet, though given Sherlock’s sporadic moods, he doubted it.
The last thing he expected when he opened his door was to his former superior sitting in his chair, smiling softly, and patiently listening to Sherlock as he paces the room and rambles on about… was he talking about their sex life?
“What’s going on here?” John inquired as he shrugged off his coat, eyes never leaving James. He watched as he stood, tall and broad shouldered with an unwavering air of authority. John’s gaze shifted towards Sherlock just in time to see his lover bite his lower lip and suck in a breath and battle to find an explanation.
“John. You’re home early.”
“No. I’m on time. What time do you think I come home?”
“Unimportant,” Sherlock waved him off and sighed, offering John a quick smile before clearing his throat and looking to James. “I may have overstepped some boundaries…” Sherlock trailed off a little and James only held out a hand to signal that any explanation was all on him. John crossed his arms before providing Sherlock a place to start.
Sherlock’s cheeks puffed out before he exhaled heavily and dropped his head. “I understand that the inconsistent frequency of the sexual component of our relationship might be a bit… trying… for you. My… sporadic sexual interest is unpredictable at best and you might require something a bit more… steady.”
John raised an eyebrow before he reeled backwards with a half step. “I’m not entirely sure what you are telling me. Are you unhappy with our sex life?”
“What? No! No that’s not…” Sherlock sighed again, rubbing at his temples as he tried to clear up his phrasing. “I looked at all the facts John… and our current situation is thus: I do not require sex on a regular basis…”
“I know it’s fine. Don’t interrupt. When my sexual interest is… piqued… it… well, It’s overwhelming for me, I can only imagine what it’s like for you… especially at your age.”
“Sherlock, we aren’t that different in…”
“Again. You’re interrupting. So… to remedy this… and achieve a kind of… balance… I could only think of one solution. So I called James here…”
“Are you leaving me?” John blurted out, his own fears of inadequacy beginning to clench around his lungs. Sherlock, in turn, looked positively scandalized at the suggestion.
“What? No! Absolutely not! Heaven’s sake, John! Listen! I asked James here to be our third.”
“Our third…” John blinked a few times as Sherlock’s meaning started to click into place and his eyes went wide with understanding. “Are you suggesting a threesome? With James?”
“Well yes, I assumed, given the evidence, you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”
“What evi… you know what? Never mind. Okay. So you thought I would want a threesome and you contacted James… did you know this?” he turned to James who merely raised an eyebrow. “I mean… you’re okay with it?”
“Would I be here otherwise?”
Sherlock groaned loudly as an awkward silence threatened to fall in between them all. “I chose James because there was no way I was about to invite a stranger, you’ve shown obvious interest in him in the past and it has yet to subside, and… well… I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him,” Sherlock’s cheeks tinted pink at the admission before he cleared his throat and fidgeted slightly, “But then… it’s possible I may have made some… rash assumptions based on feedback that this is a common fantasy among men within our demographic…”
John stared unblinking for a moment before he shook his head and took a few steps forward, closing the distance so he could wrap his arms around Sherlock. “No… no. This… this is good,” he insisted. Now that he properly grasped the concept, he couldn’t help the alluring way it settled in his gut, making him temporarily forget about his previous exhaustion. “This is… very good,” he whispered and brought Sherlock down to kiss him, “Very… very good… you brilliant… absolutely brilliant man.” Sherlock preened at John’s congratulatory words, purring a little when John nuzzled his neck.
“You’ve had a long day,” Sherlock remarked, eyes briefly flicking across John’s neck when he pulled backwards. “Sit…” he insisted, steering John towards his chair.
John settled, he closed his eyes in relief, sinking into comfort as his exhaustion was remembered. He opened them as he felt Sherlock remove his shoe and cradled his socked foot in his large palms before rubbing out of tension. John released an appreciative groan as Sherlock’s fingers firmly pressed against the arch of his foot before removing his sock and kissing the top of his ankle. He repeated the pattern for John’s other foot.
As Sherlock’s hands firmly gripped onto the back of John’s calves. His lips pressed against John’s knees through his trousers and smiled as John’s legs eased open. Meanwhile, James’ strong and calloused fingers lightly pressed against the base of John’s skull before working down the back of his neck. John hummed his approval, voicing it with a quiet ‘that’s nice’ that slipped between slightly parted lips.
John felt Sherlock’s hands on his thighs and his nose against his crotch, the feeling of his warm breath against the thin fabric causing his cock to stir. John fell back as James’ fingers tipped his chin up. He accepted the following kiss in earnest, one hand coming up to cradle the back of James’ neck as the other man leaned over the back of the chair. His mouth had the faint taste of cinnamon as his lips parted and their tongues slipped across each other. John felt dizzy, having fantasized of kissing this man for years. He almost forgot about Sherlock between his legs until his fly was undone and Sherlock was mouthing at John’s half hard erection through his pants.
“Fuck…” John exhaled as the kiss broke, obeying without question when James asked - no - commanded that he undo his shirt. His fingers clumsily undid his own buttons and as he looked down, his breath caught at the sight of Sherlock’s unruly curls between his legs, soft random gasps puffing air against the saliva-moistened spot on John’s pants. John craned his neck just slightly to see Sherlock’s hand down the back of his own undone trousers. “Oh Christ…” he whispered as he paused in undoing his shirt to watch Sherlock finger himself. He felt impossibly hard, fixated on the sight of Sherlock writhing at his own touch, thinking about those long, beautiful fingers working himself open, and the feel of Sherlock’s lips, pressed and suckling on the fabric that separated them from John’s bare skin.
John’s eyes skewed upwards when he felt James’ fingers on his right nipple and he arched a bit into the touch. He helplessly grasped at the arms of his chairs, nails dragging against the fabric before he bucked once before his eyes snapped open, “Sherlock.. nn… I’m…” but he didn’t react fast enough. Embarrassment washed over him at the warm dampness collecting in his pants, his cock softening in completion. He brought his hands to his face to cover up the red blush that burned through his cheeks as the realization dropped a chill through him. “Fuck…” he groaned again, this time in disappointment as he avoided the looks of both men who surrounded him.
“Fascinating,” Sherlock whispered in a tone of genuine awe that made John drop his hands and look down at him.
“Fascinating?” He asked skeptically and before he knew it, Sherlock had himself balanced over him, hands on either side of his head and James had pulled away to circle around in front of him.
“It appears the combined stimulation of James’ and my touch along with the visual of my pleasuring myself in your line of sight has caused you to ejaculate prematurely…”
“Oh for… yes, Sherlock. I realize…” he trailed off as he looked up to see James grasp Sherlock by the hips as he positioned himself behind him. “What are you doing?” He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly going dry as he raked his eyes across the scene before him and he sunk a bit deeper into his chair.
There was the distinct sound of a condom wrapper being torn open and Sherlock turned his head for just a moment before he looked forward at John. He opened his mouth to speak before James’ briefly pressed his fingers to Sherlock’s lips to keep him quiet. He leaned down slightly and pushed Sherlock’s head downward so John and he locked eyes.
“I won’t fuck him if you don’t want me to,” he said rather gently and John’s eyes went wide at the thought. He wet his lips again, catching his bottom one with his teeth before he nodded slowly in agreement.
“No… I mean… I want you to fuck him,” he cleared his throat before he repeated himself in a stronger voice, “I want to watch you fuck him.”
James nodded with a smile and John watched with bated breath as James pulled the tails of Sherlock’s shirt from the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down along with his pants to bare that perfect arse. John watched as James’ touch lingered along a rounded cheek and bit his lip at the look of appreciation in his eyes.
“He is exquisite, John,” James whispered. “Are you sure?”
John nodded in earnest. “Yes. I’m sure… fuck him.” His eyes flicked downwards to see Sherlock blushing, tongue flicking in and out of his mouth at the light praises. John stared as he repeated himself, fixed on Sherlock’s downward turned face. “I want to watch you fuck him… good and hard.” He hooked his fingers under Sherlock’s chin and lifted his face to him, his chest tightening as those silver blue irises were swallowed up by inky black pupils, his own words shooting a surprisingly sharp spike of pleasure straight through him that he felt to his very fingers. “Fuck him like the slut he is…” his voice grew hoarse and husky as he unearthed this desire he didn’t even know he had - to watch his beautiful, brilliant boyfriend get fucked from behind by someone else.
He his hands cradled Sherlock’s face before resting on his shoulders to keep their heads from colliding as James thrust into him. He watched Sherlock’s eyes widen, roll upwards, and fall shut, needy whimpers tumbling from his lips in that silken sinful voice. John squirmed as his eyes flicked from Sherlock to James, his former superior biting his lip as he slowly began to unravel at the feeling of Sherlock’s muscles tight around him. John knew what that felt like. It was bliss.
John’s fingers moved upwards, tightening in the curls that framed Sherlock’s face, eliciting a moan that rumbled deep from the other man’s chest and straight to John’s spent cock. He tugged and Sherlock’s eyes opened on the wordless command, looking unwavering into John’s. John swallowed, growing bolder by the minute as James drove long, hard thrusts into Sherlock’s body, the slapping sound loud in his ears. “Tell me what his cock feels like…” he insisted, and Sherlock’s eyelids fluttered as he tried to regain some semblance of coherency to comply with John’s request - no, demand.
“No, Sherlock. You can do better than that.”
Sherlock whimpered, his nails scratching at the fabric near John’s ears. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled through his nose before he started to choke out, “It’s long… longer but more slender… fills me up…” He sputtered as James adjusted his angle, causing his eyes to roll back again. “God, there.. James. Please.”
“There?” John prompted, “Do you like his cock inside you?” Sherlock nodded and John’s fingers flexed, “Tell me how much.”
“So much… it’s… it’s different… but… but I still… I want it.”
John felt his nerve endings burn at Sherlock’s words, debauched and filthy as that rich baritone strained against obvious pleasure. He pulled Sherlock to him, kissing him, desperate to taste those moans against his mouth, breath them in and swallow them. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he growled against his lips, teeth grazing across them as he spoke. “Getting fucked by a strong, gorgeous man. God, I love it.”
Sherlock seemed encouraged, pushing himself back against James with each thrust forward, meeting the other man until his arse was bouncing against him. John greedily ate up the sight, gorging on it, memorizing it, and filing it away for the nights when Sherlock’s own insomnia would drive him from their bed and John would lay there listening to frantic violin music fill the flat.
When James came, Sherlock’s mouth fell slack in a noiseless cry, and his knees gave way when the other man pulled out. John fidgeted and squirmed, groaning as he realized that his cock was hard and rubbing against his pants. He helped James lower Sherlock to knees, the other man teetering a little and blinking owlishly up at John expectantly. John’s body thrummed as all of his desires flooded his mind at once and before he knee it, he was standing, his pants pushed down and hand on his cock. He looked up briefly to see James, sated and smiling, sitting in Sherlock’s chair looking quite poised if it weren’t for the fact that his legs were spread open and he was naked from the waist down. John swallowed again before he grasped Sherlock’s hair to keep his head level with his erection. James tilted his head in amusement and he shifted forward.
“Are you going to come on his face, John?” he asked and John nodded with enthusiasm.
“Yes,” and Sherlock groaned his approval.
John swallowed and jerked at his cock, eyes flicking downward to see Sherlock’s mouth fall open expectantly. His heart pounded in double time before he removed his hand from too much friction. James leaned forward and took John’s hand, slicking it up with lube before John nodded in approval and went back to tugging, from root to tip, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
“Touch yourself,” he pleaded with Sherlock, and the answering groan signaled Sherlock’s compliance.
He felt himself reach his peak, and he opened his eyes just in time to see his come paint thick white ribbons across those perfect cheekbones, running down his chin. Sherlock opened his eyes and licked at his lips with a wicked grin.
John fell back into his chair just as Sherlock hopped up to his feet, clapping his hands at the post-orgasmic rush. “Oh that was brilliant!” he purred before he crawled over John, settling in his lap like an overgrown cat. “Wasn’t that brilliant, John?”
“Mm… yes…” John replied, his own mind feeling like sludge from two orgasms so close together.
Sherlock softened and nuzzled John’s jaw before he kissed it, “I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes when James ran his fingers through his hair.
“Mmm… love you too, Sherlock… thank you.”
@beejohnlocked @beejohnlocked @beejohnlocked - thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this lives up to your expectations.
tagging the crew: @snogbox1 @vanetti @consultingpurplepants @mychurchkey @hushwatson @daringlydomestic @mademoisellesherlockholmes @watsonsanatomy @hockeybella25 @nxdeed and an extra tag for @perverselyvex because if this hadn’t gotten done, it would have been partially her fault (but in a good way).
