*practically melts at the rough growling in his ear and the hand around him* S-shit, Greg, need to, tell me, guh, tell me I can- *clinging to the last shreds of himself before starting to beg out of pure need*
*Leans over next to his ear and whispers one word:* Come….
221B Baker Street. John’s out to see another woman I can’t seem to remember the name *irrelevant*. - SH
I’ll be there in ten. Get yourself prepped. -GL
All alone on Valentine’s Day…what is a DI to do?
((This blog is on hiatus for all of today while its owner works a 9-9 shift -_- Should be back tomorrow morning.))
*growls a bit at the ‘not going to be able to walk for a week’ bit, but moans gutterally when he pushes in, arching his back for further penetration* Jesus, I’m so…so close. *tears his arms from the wall and grabs his cock roughly*
*Grabs his hand away from his cock and replaces it with his own* Mine *he growls into John’s ear. He pumps harder and harder into John’s arse, jerking John’s cock roughly and off-tempo*
Are you busy, Lestrade? I'm on my way over. -SH
Not at home, Sunshine. I’m up in Yorkshire for the week, remember? -GL
*is startled by the sudden appearance of the crop and moans rather loudly as it is being pushed into him* Aah! S-stop! *the crop's handle is close to eight inches inside him* Ohhh, Greg. It's so different, the-the feeling, I-I-I can't describe it.
*Stops when he says, then gives several shallow little thrusts before withdrawing it again* Fuck it, I can’t stay away any longer. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week. *Lines up his cock with John’s arse and thrusts savagely in*
B-by all means, puh-please do. Ohhh, s-sooooo close, g-gorgeous. You-you're going to m-make me come -AH! with just your fingers in me. *lets out a moan that tapers off into a high keening noise of need*
*Rubs lube all over the riding crop and gently works the tip into John’s arse* Just tell me when… *Pushes it slowly in*
*body seizes up at the persistence over his prostate* A-a-ah! 'm shu-sure you could. *knees wobbly from the sensation* F-find anyth-th-ing f-from your search? *arches his back after a particularly rough thrust of fingers* Ohhhhhh shit, th-that feels nice.
Not yet. I may have to go deeper… *Wiggles the riding crop contemplatively*