Call you out

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

Swallowing hard, John pressed closer to the boy, “I can make you tea, if that’s your sort of foreplay,” he joked with a bit of a smile. 

Sherlock continued to slowly pop open the buttons of John’s shirt, brushing his fingers against the line of exposed skin as he went. “I had a different kind of foreplay in mind.”

Tongue darting out to wet his lips, John placed his hands on Sherlock’s thin hips and gave a bit of a lopsided smile, “you’re the expert. What do you have planned in that brilliant mind of yours, eh?”

Sherlock nearly purred at the compliment. He leaned to press his lips to John’s for a long, passionate kiss. He moved his kisses to John’s jawline, down his neck and chest, kept kissing a path downward until he was on his knees looking up at John with a needy expression.

The kisses made John hum, Sherlock was well worth the money and the time that he was investing in. Mostly, he was glad that Sherlock liked him as much as he liked the younger boy. As Sherlock hit his knees, John gladly opened his fly for him.

travelersinthedark:

yourdearestwatson:

 

"There’s another ‘m’ word? Is it a swear word? If it isn’t, I’m afraid you’ve lost me."

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"The word I was thinking of was ‘mutant’." [something about his shadow flickers wrong]

[Blinks] “Mutant.”

travelersinthedark:

yourdearestwatson:

 

"Magician never tells his tricks, I’m afraid. Name’s John Watson."

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"Magician wasn’t really the ‘m’ word I was thinking of."

"There’s another ‘m’ word? Is it a swear word? If it isn’t, I’m afraid you’ve lost me."

Call you out

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

Swallowing hard, John pressed closer to the boy, “I can make you tea, if that’s your sort of foreplay,” he joked with a bit of a smile. 

Sherlock continued to slowly pop open the buttons of John’s shirt, brushing his fingers against the line of exposed skin as he went. “I had a different kind of foreplay in mind.”

Tongue darting out to wet his lips, John placed his hands on Sherlock’s thin hips and gave a bit of a lopsided smile, “you’re the expert. What do you have planned in that brilliant mind of yours, eh?”

travelersinthedark:

yourdearestwatson:

 

[Takes his hand and covers it completely with his own two] “It’ll just take a second. [Smiles and reveals that his hand is no longer bruised.]

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"The hell did you just…"

"Magician never tells his tricks, I’m afraid. Name’s John Watson."

Call you out

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

John watched, hs eyes on Sherlock’s toned chest. “I—” he cleared his throat. “Would you get anything from it? I mean, besides money. I want you to get off too…”

Sherlock’s lips parted slightly as he palmed himself and angled his hips a little so John could see the state of his arousal more clearly. He was already hard just thinking about what he wanted to do. “With you, I will…”

John’s eyes went from Sherlock’s parted lips to the bulge in his tight jeans, “that must be uncomfortable,” John’s rough voice came out, “why don’t we get started?”

Sherlock stepped closer to him, sliding his hands up John’s chest and popping open the first button. He smirked. “Straight to business, then? Not going to offer me tea first, this time?”

Swallowing hard, John pressed closer to the boy, “I can make you tea, if that’s your sort of foreplay,” he joked with a bit of a smile. 

guide to the sexualities

ausmetallen:

culturallyrelevanturl:

straight: gotta be skinny as a stick. can’t be curvy. gotta be straight. straight as a ruler.

gay: happy

bisexual: you can only be attracted to two people in your life. choose wisely

pansexual: you have to be attracted to literally everyone. sorry bud i dont make the rules

polysexual: attracted to only the finest polyester fabrics

asexual: attracted to anything that starts with the letter a. ants? yep. agriculture? you got it. the alphabet? you better believe it buddy

queer: attracted to archaic language meanings

travelersinthedark:

yourdearestwatson:

 

"I have a trick—my mum used to show me when I was a kid.Trust me, I’m a doctor."

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"Well, beggars can’t be choosers, yeah?" He offered his hand. 

[Takes his hand and covers it completely with his own two] “It’ll just take a second. [Smiles and reveals that his hand is no longer bruised.]



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