"Demonstrably untrue." John feels Sherlock slide into the seat next to him. "Bored."
"Entertain yourself."
A hand rests itself on John's knee, then slide upwards, finger tracing small circles.
"Sherlock. No."
"I'm entertaining myself." Clever fingers make short work of John's buttons. "We have the carriage to ourselves."
"We shouldn't." John gasps as leather encased fingers press against the swell of his belly. He's fairly sure this is cheating. "The conductor - they'll hear-"
"Then you'll have to be very quiet." Sherlock smirks, shoving further into John's pants. John whimpers, desperately trying to remember why this is a bad idea.
The angle is off, Sherlock's not able to stroke fully, but the leather soon slicks with pre-cum, and the seam of the thumb catches under the head just the right side of painful.
John stuffs his knuckles into his mouth, grunting, and watches himself spill all over Sherlock's leather gloves.
YESSSSSS. see, i knew they must be getting up to something on those long train rides they're always taking. ooh your dialogue is so perfectly right on! and unf unf unf that last line. UNF.
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Date: 2011-09-05 08:57 pm (UTC)"Sleeping."
"Demonstrably untrue." John feels Sherlock slide into the seat next to him. "Bored."
"Entertain yourself."
A hand rests itself on John's knee, then slide upwards, finger tracing small circles.
"Sherlock. No."
"I'm entertaining myself." Clever fingers make short work of John's buttons. "We have the carriage to ourselves."
"We shouldn't." John gasps as leather encased fingers press against the swell of his belly. He's fairly sure this is cheating. "The conductor - they'll hear-"
"Then you'll have to be very quiet." Sherlock smirks, shoving further into John's pants. John whimpers, desperately trying to remember why this is a bad idea.
The angle is off, Sherlock's not able to stroke fully, but the leather soon slicks with pre-cum, and the seam of the thumb catches under the head just the right side of painful.
John stuffs his knuckles into his mouth, grunting, and watches himself spill all over Sherlock's leather gloves.
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