Compound a Felony: #teasertuesday

Sherlock Holmes proves a point

I hardly let Holmes finish before I sprang from his side and opened my trousers. With him already bound fast, it was simplicity itself to swing a leg over his torso and present myself to him, my eager cock against his parted lips. He opened his eyes, still shuddering, and his smile only lasted a moment before I pushed inside.

God, his mouth was heavenly, and his groan of indignation only made it sweeter. He sucked hard and coughed, the angle all wrong for this kind of thing. I tucked my hand underneath his head and lifted, bending his neck, and he opened his mouth again for me. His hands were clenched around the ropes that held him.

I held his gaze as I slowly fucked his mouth, watching the fluttering eyelashes, the dark pupils that swallowed up his silver irises, the tears that gathered at the corners of his eyes. He was looking rather smug, convinced he'd earned the tenner we'd bet on the matter. Coming without his hands, what a lark. I wondered if I could do that to him: bring him off without touching his cock. I wondered if he could climax from stimulation to his nipples alone. He was a terribly sensitive man. It didn't seem out of the realm of possibility.

I pulled back to let him breathe, lowered his head to the pillows again and stroked myself instead, the head of my prick just touching his lips. He licked them, panting, and his tongue brushed deliberately against my skin. I paused in my self-abuse to smear my prick against his mouth, painting his bitten-red lips with viscious fluid, and he moaned deeply.

"Watson-"

"Hush," I said, filling his mouth once more. I bumped against his soft palate and he struggled to accommodate me. I lifted his head again, my hand in his hair, cradling his skull, and began to rock my hips, rutting shallowly in and out. His lips gleamed with spit and pre-ejaculate, and his face was flushed with the effort. He'd already expended so much to impress me.

I aimed for his mouth, ostensibly, but when the orgasm gripped me by my spine and twisted, some of that control wavered. I peaked with a stifled shout, spurting wetly across his lips and cheek. He caught the next shot on his tongue, and then I felt his hand on mine, freed from its rope, guiding my cock into his mouth in order to swallow the rest of it down. He held me as I shuddered and pulsed, and licked his lips when I sat back, exhausted.

The smear of semen on his cheek made my galloping heart clench, and I bent to lick it away. He laughed and squirmed, freeing his other hand to cradle my face and kiss me.

"You're disgusting," he told me fondly, his voice hoarse.

I rubbed my nose against his. "And you're a bloody show-off," I replied.

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