Mechanically Inclined - bit 19
AN: Due to some very wonderful ladies having very poor weeks, I thought a smutty interlude might be a good idea. I hope y’all enjoy it!
Sherlock swallowed hard as he was pushed into the vehicle. John was handling him as if he were just another piece of equipment, trousers and pants around his ankles, arms behind his head, Sherlock’s cock quickly slicked up as John’s own lower garments fell to the garage floor.
"Aren’t you such an eager boy." John said with a chuckle, leaning in to give Sherlock a quick kiss. All too soon his lips were gone, but before Sherlock had a chance to protest, John was climbing onto his lap.
Sherlock hadn’t expected there to be enough room for them both on the seat, but it seemed that there was plenty now. Plenty, his mind amended as John moved to sink down on his cock, if they were very, very close. He groaned at the feel of the tight heat enveloping him, hands clasped together behind the seat in an effort not to touch. John had put Sherlock’s hands behind him for a reason, and he didn’t dare move them before the mechanic gave him leave to.
"So eager and so good for me." John whispered the words into Sherlock’s ear, groaning as he rocked himself on Sherlock’s hard cock, teasing him with hints of friction. "Such a hard cock you have. I know you’ve been watching me as I work on Mary. I bet you’ve imagined fucking me over the hood dozens of times." John tisked, pausing the stream of words to give Sherlock’s neck a firm bite as he rocked hard on his cock.
"I hate to break it to you, though. That’s not going to happen. Because I like you far too much like this. Hard, aching beneath me. And everything is under my control. I control how fast you fuck me. You can’t move enough to change it if you tried." John groaned into the dark curls as he began to move with more purpose. "You love it, too, how helpless you are right now. Your cock got harder when I said that, I could feel it. It’s delicious."
Sherlock moaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought against the ties on his wrists. He wanted more, he wanted to touch, to pull John closer„ if only to have those chapped lips against his own again. “Please, John, please.”
"What is it you want, love?" John whispered the words as he dragged his lips across Sherlock’s cheek.
"K-kiss me, please." Sherlock begged, his breath caught in his throat.
John’s lips were soft at first, teasing Sherlock until the younger man gave a choked sob. Then, the kiss changed, a heated clash of lips and teeth, John’s hands tugging at Sherlock’s hair. It brought him to the brink, the heat of the kiss while John continued to rock on his cock.
"Sherlock. Come now." The order was unexpected, but Sherlock found himself unable to resist. With a shout of John’s name he was coming.
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Sherlock woke up panting, his voice hoarse and his pants a mess. Just a dream, he told himself, trying to ignore the sense of disappointment in the back of his mind. Instead, he focused on the blessings that were the bathroom that connected straight to his room and the excellent soundproofing John had in his house. Soundproofing, and a lack of recording devices, the two things that kept Sherlock here instead of going to the safehouse Mike had offered him. So long as John didn’t discover his dreams, there would be no problem living and working with the man.
Oh, my, but you ARE good to us, m’dearie! Lovely smuttery to improve our crappy weeks. Thank you! <3