Wants and Complaints

Wants and Complaints
By AnitaB
Chapter three: Control

Holmes wasn’t the only one suffering the delightful pain of anticipation. Watson was holding onto his control by the skin of his teeth. And it was killing him to be so close to the delicious and eager heat of his Holmes’ erection and sound so calm, so patient. There was nothing he wanted more than to taste the man he held pinned to his bed. There was nothing in the world so beautiful as that rough, low voice begging for him, for his touch and kiss.

Watson could feel every single inch of his body struggling to move faster, to give himself and Holmes what they both wanted. Life, love, and heat. Sensation. Desperate, hungry need. “Watson, Damnit, please.”

Tightening his fingers around that gorgeous erection, Watson felt his control fade with every sound on those lips and the helpless rocking of those hips. With a helpless sound of his own, he stroked an eager tongue the entire length of that shaft, ending with a kiss on the smooth tip. “Sweet Holmes, my delicious Holmes.”

The body under his hands, his lips trembled and arched. The voice that had owned his nerves for years managed only a wordless desperate sound. To be the one who could rob this brilliant man of words… made his self-control and patience a thing of the past. With an equally desperate and wordless sound, Watson braced those hips with both hands and plunged his mouth over that delicious shaft. “Watson!” Strong hands lost their grip on the headboard to clutch at his shoulders, fingers sliding warmly over his scars and up the back of his neck to catch in his hair.

He’d said he would stop if Holmes moved his hands, but Watson found that stopping was impossible. He needed to feel, to taste the heat and pulse of Holmes’s body in his mouth, against his tongue. He wanted this as badly as he could feel that Holmes did… maybe more. He’d thought about what it would feel like to hold this man, to touch him long before he had ever gotten to do anything about it.

It certainly didn’t hurt that he absolutely adored the taste and heat of every inch of this man, loved the sound of his voice and the stroke of his hands. This was perfection, heaven, and it still wasn’t enough. Watson hummed low in his throat, stroking his hands up the trembling muscles of that gorgeous chest. His Holmes was arching helplessly under his touch, every gorgeous inch of that body responding. More alive than they’d ever been. But not alive enough. Watson needed to feel that pleasure take over every single nerve in that gorgeous body, needed to taste it on his tongue.

Weakly pulling back enough to look up into those dark, hot eyes, he barely managed to push words to his lips. “Holmes, no holding back, you hear me, old boy? I want all of you, right here, right now.”

“I can’t hold back from you, Watson, I never could.” Those hands cupped his jaw, strong fingertips rubbing gently over his lips and mustache. “Not when you feel so bloody good. Take me however you want, always so good. And it’s mine turn next.”

He felt the helpless smile curve his lips. Even now, Holmes wanted control back. But the man in his arms was still giving him that precious control. Now it was time to put everything he knew about Sherlock Holmes to real work. “I’m sure you have everything you’re going to do to me all planned out. Let’s see just how much of your plan I can make you forget.”

His plans required a kiss. Curling his fingers around that beautiful erection, Watson leaned up for those lips. It was warm, sweet, and deep. He danced his tongue into the hot depths of that mouth, pressing hard against every inch of that body with his own. Holmes was hard in his hands, hot under his lips, and begging for more with every little move of his body. It was perfect. “Watson…”

“Just remember to breathe.” Watson was smiling helplessly as he lowered his head to touch his lips to the arched line of that throat, feeling the rumble of Holmes’s groan against his tongue. There was a spot, a patch of ultrasensitive skin just under the man’s chin. The first time he’d found it with the small sting of a bite, Holmes had almost drawn blood on his back. The second time, they’d damaged the sheets beyond repair.

This time, when his teeth lightly scraped over that patch of nerves, every inch of Holmes’s body bucked high and hard enough to raise his hips off the mattress and rub his shaft against Watson’s stomach. The doctor found himself rocking against that body just to keep that delicious moan of his name on those lips. Holmes couldn’t say his name enough. Balancing against the arched line of that body, Watson licked his way over tense muscles to the small peaks of his nipples. Experience had shown him that these were just as sensitive as any woman’s, at least on Holmes they were. He braced those heaving ribs with both hands before closing his mouth around one peak and sucking hard. Holmes reacted beautifully as always, twitching and arching in a sculpted line of need.

“Good boy, you kept your hands still. What do you want for your reward?” Watson watched the man in his arms slowly relax against his sheets and open his eyes. Those hands slid up his skin, moving hotly over his shoulders to cup his face in strong fingers. Those lips opened and closed soundlessly more than once before he managed words. Watson loved it when he could rob this man of speech.

“I want a kiss, my dear man, and I want you closer.”

The kiss he would gladly give. But they were touching almost head to toe already. There were only a few possible ways to get closer. All of them delightful. But which one would give his Holmes the most contact, the most heat… What would show them both how alive they were? Watson slipped one hand down between them, curling around his erection before tracing the tips of his fingers further back. “Where do you want me, Holmes? Do you want me …” A circling move of his hand made Holmes arch his back just a little, pressing against those fingers. “Here? Do you want to feel my pulse beating away inside you?” Strong muscles moved, arched, shifted, fighting to get him closer in exactly the way he was suggesting. But their owner had yet to say it. “Well, my darling Holmes, you have to ask for it if you want it.”

That voice didn’t manage words, but the message came through clear. His low rasp of a groan came with the tight grip of a hand around his shaft and very specific angling of those hips against his own. His Holmes wanted this as much as he did. And Watson had promised, hadn’t he? “Alright, then, let’s get you ready.”

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It wasn’t enough. His Watson was hot and hard, pressing against every hungry inch of his skin. That mouth and those hands were stoking a fire everywhere they touched. It certainly helped that this man knew his every button and trigger. Nothing felt better than Watson close, hot, and holding him. But Holmes still wanted more.

Those delicious lips were asking him questions even as those fingers stroked and pressed, teasing him exactly where his nerves were pleading the most. And now Watson expected him to speak? Holmes got a sound to his lips, but knew deep down that there were no words in there. How to get that man to move faster…

Holmes got a grip on that gorgeous erection and moaned at the feel of that pulse beating in his palm. Half-pinned under that tall body, he couldn’t quite get his Watson where he wanted him, but it was close enough to get the idea across by the low, sweet laugh on those lips. “Alright, then, let’s get you ready.”

//Finally,\ Holmes gave himself over to the strong hands arranging him over their sheets. That long, lean body settled between his knees, hot blue eyes locked on his face. He found himself blind and helpless at the slow and gentle press of one finger inside him. “Watson… please.” He couldn’t reach him like this, wasn’t positioned to drag that gorgeous body back up over his own. Fisting his hands in the sheets, Holmes arched into the slide and stretch of those fingers, making helpless little sounds in his throat.

His back was still arched when soft lips and a tickling mustache touched ever so low on his stomach. That was close enough to reach. Holmes weakly forced his eyes open and sank both hands into Watson’s hair. The sight of the smile on those sweet lips made every muscle in his body go taut and trembling. //More, Watson, more of you.\ Those eyes were locked to his face as the three fingers inside him pressed deeper and searched for something. His Watson was searching his face as closely as his body, waiting for either pleasure or pain to cross his features. But this… this man in his arms, in his body… this never hurt at all.

Nothing ever felt better. No puzzle, no challenge, no mental problem to solve. Nothing in the whole world was better than having Watson so perfectly close. Lips opened against his hip as those fingers shoved just a little deeper. A mustache brushed lightly over his skin with a low, sweet laugh. “Almost, Holmes, you’re almost ready for me.”

He’d never been more ready. Fighting to get words to his lips, Holmes watched those hot blue eyes. “I’m ready, Watson. So damn ready. Get in here.” The fingers inside him suddenly curved and Holmes was lost for a moment in the sharp, instant rush of pleasure through his body. His nails dug into those strong shoulders as every inch of his body arched hard in those arms. //Oh, yes.\ His Watson knew exactly what he was doing, just like always. It was perfect… and he wanted, needed more.

//Right now.\ Holmes needed to feel every hot, hard, delicious inch of his Watson filling him up, warming him from the inside. But how to get it… Watson was positioned perfectly for leverage. He was pinning him to their sheets in such a way that Holmes couldn’t move more than a helpless little rocking of his hips and a stroke of his hands over that skin. He was so close to the edge that he couldn’t even speak, only managing wordless little pleading noises.

“Hmm, my darling Holmes, I think you are ready for me.” Those hot fingers pressed deep one more time before Watson slipped completely out of reach with a hot kiss to his hip. Holmes found himself staring up into hot blue eyes as those delicious lips kissed each of his palms and those strong hands pinned his wrists to the bed. “Hold still for me.”

He would try, but when those lips got close enough as Watson settled close and hot over his body… trying wasn’t cutting it. With a low, desperate sound, Holmes leaned up and caught that delicious lower lip with his teeth, plunging into a hot, wet kiss. Reluctantly pulling back an inch, he found his voice. “Now, Watson, inside me.”

“Yes, sir.” That smile made his breath catch in his throat before the first touch of the tip of that length between his legs made any breathing impossible. Holmes fought to keep his eyes on that gorgeous face for the first slow press of his Watson inside him. Smooth, careful, and deep enough to make his back arch and his hands clench. “Oh, sweet bloody hell, Holmes.” Just the sound of that voice moaning his name pushed him a little closer to the edge. But then Watson held perfectly still, positioned ideally to keep him from moving too. So deep, so hard, so perfect, so still. “Holmes, love.” Holmes gave up on breathing when those sweet lips and dear mustache brushed against his mouth. Now was the time for kissing. Catching his hands in Watson’s hair, he plunged his tongue as deep into that sweet mouth as the gorgeous length of Watson’s erection was buried inside his body.

He was still lost in the kiss when Watson’s body made the first real thrust. //Bloody hell, yes.\ Holmes gasped against those sweet lips, arching his hips into the hard heat and careful angle of that body into his. Perfect, as always, but never enough. “Watson, my dear Watson, more. Need more of you.” He felt the little twist of a smile that he loved on those lips before that long, lean body shifted above and against his.

“That’s my demanding Holmes, ask for me.” One strong hand clenched on his hip, changing the angle and holding him still. “You feel… so damn good, Holmes.” He was breathless and helpless before the look on that dear face. And then he was helpless before the rhythm and depth of that erection inside him. Hard, deep, and hitting every pleasure center he had with every powerful thrust. Holmes loved this, loved the feeling of his Watson losing that calm control inside him. The muscles all over that gorgeous body went hard and trembling, making each plunge of those hips wilder and deeper. And simply heavenly.

Holmes felt his every nerve plead for just a little more. He clutched at that strong back and fought the grip of Watson’s arms to change the angle, rubbing the aching length of his erection against the soft skin and flat muscles of that stomach. “Yes, my Watson, more. So good… you feel…” Watson made a low, desperate sound and he just had to taste that sweet moan on his lips. “Watson, kiss me… want a taste.”

Those gorgeous lips twisted in his favorite little smile before he got lost in the dance of lips, tongues, and teeth. //That’s my Watson, take your Holmes.\

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