Sherlock Holmes found himself tediously bored in that flat of 221B Baker Street, unable to concentrate on anything because of the gorgeous Jim Moriarty who had sucked him off just last week. He had yet to return to the detectives flat. Sherlock replayed the scene over in his palace. he even created a new room with Moriarty in where he would fantasize about what things Moriarty would do to him next.
"Holmes, i'm off to work!" Watson's voice bellowed throughout the apartment. Sherlock responded with a simple grunt as he started to undo the draw string of his pajamas. he erection was throbbing after all his fantasizing and his mind-palace was getting closer to reality each day. he took his cock and slowly rubbed his length, making slight "slk slk slk" noises which causes him to blush. he bit the back of his hand in embarrassment going faster until he groaned, white liquid tipped over his hand. her collapsed further into the sofa.
"Wow Sherlock. that. was. brilliant." Moriarty walked into the room. Sherlock didn't turn round. instead he flashed his cute trademark grin and muttered a simple statement.
"wasn't it?"
Moriarty giggled like a teenager.
"i bet you where thinking of me as you touched yourself..."
"Dead body's don't arouse me any more,Jim.''
Moriarty's hand slipped round Sherlock chest and he bit his ear teasingly.
"was you thinking about my hot, wet mouth around your cock?'' he asked smirking.
''no,'' Sherlock replied. ''i was thinking about you, and the way you stare at me when you make a smart remark and only me and you know about it..'' Sherlock coughed feeling rather embarrassed.
''and than ill think about you pressing your body against mine as we kiss, than you shove your tongue into my mouth tasting every inch of it.''Sherlock started to blush again as all the blood in his head went straight to his cock.
''you will groan as i grab your arse and press our erections and grind them together till you gasp my name and beg me to fuck you till your dry.''
Sherlock wrapped up the story as he felt his erection bulge through his loose pajamas.
''And i see you where not lying either.''
Sherlock gave Moriarty his cutest eyes and his sexiest smile before asking the question.
''make my fantasy a reality Moriarty...'' he winked at him and withdrew a finger sliding it between his lips wetting them in an attempt to arouse the criminal.
the criminal blushed slightly as the string of saliva that connected Sherlock's mouth to his finger drooped.
Moriarty collected himself and walked around to crawl on Sherlock. he sat so his crotch was pressed against his own. leaning down, he pressed his cool lips against the detectives. Sherlock's hand worked its way to the back of his head where he tangled his hand in Moriarty short hair.
''Sherlock im ho-'' Sherlock's eyes widened as john walked in on the two men.
his eyes looked so hurt it broke Sherlock's cold heart. John stumbled out the room dropping the milk he bought on his way home from work. Sherlock heard johns room door slam shut and silence.
''well Sherly, i aint one for staying in these types of conditions so ill leave you and your military friend to talk.'' Moriarty said maneuvering himself of Sherlock swiftly. he winked at Sherlock before climbing out the window and jumped.
Sherlock placed his arm over his eyes and sighed.
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Sheriarty
FanfictionSherlock feels a hole gaping in heart as John Watson is dragged away from his reach, but that hole is soon filled by someone more up to his standards.
