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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (11/24)
Author:
swissmarg
Prompter: a-cumberbatch-of-cookies on AO3, who wanted smut. :)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock/John
Timeline: Sometime after chapter 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
"Fuck, Sherlock..." John twisted his head sideways and screwed his eyes shut. His hands clenched and grasped at nothing as he tried to stave off his orgasm for a little bit longer.
Having Sherlock's mouth on him for the first time - really on him, no barriers, slick wet lips and tongue caressing and pulling and sliding - was almost too much.
They'd got tested last week, and the results came back clean, but there'd been a case that kept them running across rooftops and diving into bins until last night. And then John awoke this morning to find Sherlock between his legs. Not the worst way to greet the day.
Sherlock made a questioning sound and pulled off. "Would you rather be inside me?"
John looked down. Sherlock's dark hair was pressed flat, he had three days' worth of stubble - neither of them had showered before tumbling into bed - and he looked so earnest, as if John's preference for orgasm were a weighty issue that bore serious consideration, that John's heart swelled with the knowledge that he loved this man more than he'd ever be able to express.
He stroked Sherlock's hand where it was gripping his hip. "No, this is perfect."
Without losing eye contact, Sherlock picked up his cock and sucked him down to the base.
Author:
Prompter: a-cumberbatch-of-cookies on AO3, who wanted smut. :)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock/John
Timeline: Sometime after chapter 23
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
Eleven: Gratuitous Smut
"Fuck, Sherlock..." John twisted his head sideways and screwed his eyes shut. His hands clenched and grasped at nothing as he tried to stave off his orgasm for a little bit longer.
Having Sherlock's mouth on him for the first time - really on him, no barriers, slick wet lips and tongue caressing and pulling and sliding - was almost too much.
They'd got tested last week, and the results came back clean, but there'd been a case that kept them running across rooftops and diving into bins until last night. And then John awoke this morning to find Sherlock between his legs. Not the worst way to greet the day.
Sherlock made a questioning sound and pulled off. "Would you rather be inside me?"
John looked down. Sherlock's dark hair was pressed flat, he had three days' worth of stubble - neither of them had showered before tumbling into bed - and he looked so earnest, as if John's preference for orgasm were a weighty issue that bore serious consideration, that John's heart swelled with the knowledge that he loved this man more than he'd ever be able to express.
He stroked Sherlock's hand where it was gripping his hip. "No, this is perfect."
Without losing eye contact, Sherlock picked up his cock and sucked him down to the base.
