Wants and Complaints
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Adult +
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Always and Again
Wants and Complaints
By AnitaB
Chapter four: Always and again
He’d lost it, just started thrusting hard and deep into Holmes’ willing body. He adored the grip of those hands on his back and the desperate, pleading sound of his name on those delicious lips. But Watson had to slow down, had to regain his control and show the man in his arms just how much this mattered, just how alive they were. That he was home, alive, and loved beyond all reason. //I have you, Holmes, I love you.\
But, dear bloody hell it was hard to slow down when Holmes started rubbing that gorgeous erection against the front of his body and begging for a kiss. Watson would do anything for the taste of those sweet lips and the sound of that voice. Anything at all. With a smile, he plunged his tongue into the delicious heat of that mouth and forced his hips to go motionless at the end of one long, deep, hard thrust.
“Hmm, my Holmes, can you feel that?” His Holmes tried to move, but Watson countered with the press of his hips and the grip of his arms, pinning the man beneath him ever so carefully. “I want you to focus a moment. Feel me inside you. Can you feel that? My heart, it beats just a little faster every time you tighten up around me. I can feel it. I can feel every inch of you react, the electricity arc through you every time I hit this…” Watson let his hips move, just once, shoving every inch of himself quick and sure over that sensitive patch inside his man and holding deep, so deep he had to grit his teeth to hold off his own climax. “Spot inside you. Feels so damn good…” He couldn’t help a groan at the feel of exactly that sensation over his every nerve with the ripple and arch of Holmes in his arms. “Sweet Holmes… feels so damn good to come inside you, to feel you come apart around me, to burn up together.”
Holmes went completely still beneath him for one breathless second. And then his dear, brilliant man acted and it was Watson’s turn to be pinned to their sheets by a careful pressure of hips. His wrists were caught in strong fingers and held on either side of his shoulders. It was glorious, glorious to lie here under his Holmes and feel the strength of that body above and around his own. “Good God, Watson. You are torturous…” Watson barely got his eyes open before those hips moved and those fingers intertwined with his. Hot brown eyes stared down at him as their owner leaned close with a low, almost pained sound. “Got me all hot and you just stop. Fuck yes, my dear Watson, it feels good, so damn good just to have you inside me. But I want more. Gonna make you come apart. We’re gonna burn up together.” Watson only managed a low moan before Holmes swallowed the sound with a deep and desperate kiss, tongues dancing and thrusting with the same rhythm as those gorgeous hips against his.
He was going to do exactly as he said. His Holmes was going to make him come apart with the movement of every inch of that body above his. But there was no way in hell that Watson was coming first. Angling his hips to make the next thrust deeper, he struggled against the strong hands and lifted his head to sink his teeth into that full lower lip. Holmes groaned, his hips moving faster and his fingers tightening. //Almost, love, almost there.\ Raising his knees, Watson beat him to the next thrust, rocking in quick, deep thrusts against that nerve cluster. Holmes’ hands lost their grip on his around the third arch of his hips, dull nails digging into his shoulders. “That’s it, Holmes burn up for me.” Watson dragged his fingertips down the sculpted lines of that chest and wrapped all ten fingers around the beautiful erection rubbing against his skin. “I did get you hot, didn’t I, Holmes? Hot and hard and all mine.” He pressed himself inside to the hilt and angled that gorgeous shaft flush against his skin. “My Holmes, kiss me.”
“Always,” That gorgeous body leaned low over his, somehow keeping the rhythm of their hips even with the change in angle. Watson claimed those sweet lips the second they were in reach, tightening his fingers on that erection in time with each thrust of their hips. His Holmes was a nerve’s edge from climax and he desperately needed to push him over the edge. “Hmm, Watson, please.”
“Right here, Holmes, I’ve got you.” Cupping that dear face in his hand, Watson angled his chin up and placed his mouth against the strained line of that throat. “I want you to come for me, love, right now.” He waited a moment to feel Holmes figure out the plan and then he sank his teeth into that ultra sensitive patch of skin in a bite harder than any he’d ever given him before. It was a risk, but it worked. Every gorgeous inch of that body trembled above him as his Holmes spilled over between his fingers and shouted his name against his lips.
Watson was less than a second behind, carried over the edge by the feeling of his Holmes climaxing around every inch of his erection, against every inch of his body. By the feeling of the man he loved collapsing so comfortably against his chest. He could feel the racing of both their hearts echoing through his body as he wrapped his arms around those trembling shoulders and pulled his Holmes closer. The only sounds in the room were the combined rhythm of labored breathing and the rustle of sheets. But the room had nothing on the peaceful, quiet look on Holmes’ face. That was what Watson needed more than the pleasure still flooding him, more than hot kisses and desperate touches. He needed to comfort this man, to care for him in the most primal of ways. It was what he’d always needed, just like the sound of his voice. “My dear Watson,”
His eyes clenched and he opened to the kiss Holmes offered, losing himself in the quiet heat. //Oh yes, my Holmes.\
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Watson had to know what he was doing to him, with the stroke and grip of those strong hands, the low, almost growl of that voice. His Watson knew exactly what Holmes needed, all the time. And good lord, that doctor always gave it to him. Holmes adored the inventive and deliberate movement of those hips under and inside his. He adored the thrust of that delicious tongue, would do anything for one more kiss. One more taste of his sweet doctor. And the knowledge that Watson wanted it too… nothing was better. “My Holmes, kiss me.”
“Always,” Anytime, anyplace. He’d move heaven and hell for a taste of those lips. And this kiss came with the stroke of hungry fingers, and the gorgeous rhythm of his Watson inside him. He was so close, he could feel it just past his skin. “Hmm, Watson, please.”
The man in his arms, in his body, had a plan. And Holmes knew he was going to love it even before that voice sent little shivers through his skin. “Right here, Holmes, I’ve got you.” His eyes fluttered as those strong fingers cupped and stroked his face. Those delicious lips kissed their way over his neck… to that spot just under his chin. Holmes couldn’t move or breathe. . “I want you to come for me, love, right now.” He wasn’t going to be able to stop himself in a moment. His Watson bit him, sharp, hard and careful, shoving him right over the edge.
Heat filled him, crashed through him, washing over his every nerve with the sound of his name on Watson’s lips. The feel of this man shattering inside him obsessed his every nerve. He couldn’t hear, see or feel another thing in the universe when his Watson was coming inside him. The chaos couldn’t reach him here, not in Watson’s arms. Holmes collapsed into the loving grip of those arms, getting lost in the racing of the heart under his ear. He needed something, just a little more of this man in his arms. “My dear Watson,” Holmes angled his head up, rested his hand on that racing heart and lost himself in a slow, sweet kiss.
Somewhere in the middle of the heat and depth of that kiss, strong hands rubbed up his chest to cup his face. But he wasn’t nearly done with those lips and the sweet, agile tongue. “Hmm, Holmes.” Nope, not done with those lips. He pressed forward again and plunged his tongue into that hot mouth. Holmes needed this, this heat, this quiet, this breathless touch and emotional need. Then his Watson sank sharp teeth into his lower lip, forcing him back with a gasp. “Holmes, you know I hate it when you creep away during the night. I’ve told you time and time again that I’ll supply all the quiet you need.”
“I know that, my dear Watson.” He trailed his fingertips over those lips and the edge of that mustache. There was nothing he adored more than his Watson like this. “And you do supply the most amazing quiet. But in order to appreciate it, sometimes I must experience the chaos.” The look on the doctor’s face said that he didn’t believe a word of it. They’d had this exact conversation before. “You looked so gorgeous sleeping there that I couldn’t stand to wake you. Especially since I’d already kept you up most of the night.”
A smile quirked those precious lips before Watson allowed him close enough to claim them again. Briefly. “One of these days, I’ll be the one handcuffing you naked to this headboard… all night long. Maybe then you’ll finally let this sink in. I want to be here… with you. I’m staying. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours, my dear Watson.” One more deep sweet kiss gave him a moment of blessed silence. “Now give me some more of that quiet since you’re so determined to be of use.”
“Always my most difficult patient.” Holmes barely had the time to smile before he found himself on his back under his Watson, hands pinned above his head. “Now where did you leave those shackles the last time?”
“I believe they’re under the bed, where you left them the last time, my dear man.” Holmes reached up and fisted both hands around the bars. “Get them.”
“Always,”
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By AnitaB
Chapter four: Always and again
He’d lost it, just started thrusting hard and deep into Holmes’ willing body. He adored the grip of those hands on his back and the desperate, pleading sound of his name on those delicious lips. But Watson had to slow down, had to regain his control and show the man in his arms just how much this mattered, just how alive they were. That he was home, alive, and loved beyond all reason. //I have you, Holmes, I love you.\
But, dear bloody hell it was hard to slow down when Holmes started rubbing that gorgeous erection against the front of his body and begging for a kiss. Watson would do anything for the taste of those sweet lips and the sound of that voice. Anything at all. With a smile, he plunged his tongue into the delicious heat of that mouth and forced his hips to go motionless at the end of one long, deep, hard thrust.
“Hmm, my Holmes, can you feel that?” His Holmes tried to move, but Watson countered with the press of his hips and the grip of his arms, pinning the man beneath him ever so carefully. “I want you to focus a moment. Feel me inside you. Can you feel that? My heart, it beats just a little faster every time you tighten up around me. I can feel it. I can feel every inch of you react, the electricity arc through you every time I hit this…” Watson let his hips move, just once, shoving every inch of himself quick and sure over that sensitive patch inside his man and holding deep, so deep he had to grit his teeth to hold off his own climax. “Spot inside you. Feels so damn good…” He couldn’t help a groan at the feel of exactly that sensation over his every nerve with the ripple and arch of Holmes in his arms. “Sweet Holmes… feels so damn good to come inside you, to feel you come apart around me, to burn up together.”
Holmes went completely still beneath him for one breathless second. And then his dear, brilliant man acted and it was Watson’s turn to be pinned to their sheets by a careful pressure of hips. His wrists were caught in strong fingers and held on either side of his shoulders. It was glorious, glorious to lie here under his Holmes and feel the strength of that body above and around his own. “Good God, Watson. You are torturous…” Watson barely got his eyes open before those hips moved and those fingers intertwined with his. Hot brown eyes stared down at him as their owner leaned close with a low, almost pained sound. “Got me all hot and you just stop. Fuck yes, my dear Watson, it feels good, so damn good just to have you inside me. But I want more. Gonna make you come apart. We’re gonna burn up together.” Watson only managed a low moan before Holmes swallowed the sound with a deep and desperate kiss, tongues dancing and thrusting with the same rhythm as those gorgeous hips against his.
He was going to do exactly as he said. His Holmes was going to make him come apart with the movement of every inch of that body above his. But there was no way in hell that Watson was coming first. Angling his hips to make the next thrust deeper, he struggled against the strong hands and lifted his head to sink his teeth into that full lower lip. Holmes groaned, his hips moving faster and his fingers tightening. //Almost, love, almost there.\ Raising his knees, Watson beat him to the next thrust, rocking in quick, deep thrusts against that nerve cluster. Holmes’ hands lost their grip on his around the third arch of his hips, dull nails digging into his shoulders. “That’s it, Holmes burn up for me.” Watson dragged his fingertips down the sculpted lines of that chest and wrapped all ten fingers around the beautiful erection rubbing against his skin. “I did get you hot, didn’t I, Holmes? Hot and hard and all mine.” He pressed himself inside to the hilt and angled that gorgeous shaft flush against his skin. “My Holmes, kiss me.”
“Always,” That gorgeous body leaned low over his, somehow keeping the rhythm of their hips even with the change in angle. Watson claimed those sweet lips the second they were in reach, tightening his fingers on that erection in time with each thrust of their hips. His Holmes was a nerve’s edge from climax and he desperately needed to push him over the edge. “Hmm, Watson, please.”
“Right here, Holmes, I’ve got you.” Cupping that dear face in his hand, Watson angled his chin up and placed his mouth against the strained line of that throat. “I want you to come for me, love, right now.” He waited a moment to feel Holmes figure out the plan and then he sank his teeth into that ultra sensitive patch of skin in a bite harder than any he’d ever given him before. It was a risk, but it worked. Every gorgeous inch of that body trembled above him as his Holmes spilled over between his fingers and shouted his name against his lips.
Watson was less than a second behind, carried over the edge by the feeling of his Holmes climaxing around every inch of his erection, against every inch of his body. By the feeling of the man he loved collapsing so comfortably against his chest. He could feel the racing of both their hearts echoing through his body as he wrapped his arms around those trembling shoulders and pulled his Holmes closer. The only sounds in the room were the combined rhythm of labored breathing and the rustle of sheets. But the room had nothing on the peaceful, quiet look on Holmes’ face. That was what Watson needed more than the pleasure still flooding him, more than hot kisses and desperate touches. He needed to comfort this man, to care for him in the most primal of ways. It was what he’d always needed, just like the sound of his voice. “My dear Watson,”
His eyes clenched and he opened to the kiss Holmes offered, losing himself in the quiet heat. //Oh yes, my Holmes.\
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Watson had to know what he was doing to him, with the stroke and grip of those strong hands, the low, almost growl of that voice. His Watson knew exactly what Holmes needed, all the time. And good lord, that doctor always gave it to him. Holmes adored the inventive and deliberate movement of those hips under and inside his. He adored the thrust of that delicious tongue, would do anything for one more kiss. One more taste of his sweet doctor. And the knowledge that Watson wanted it too… nothing was better. “My Holmes, kiss me.”
“Always,” Anytime, anyplace. He’d move heaven and hell for a taste of those lips. And this kiss came with the stroke of hungry fingers, and the gorgeous rhythm of his Watson inside him. He was so close, he could feel it just past his skin. “Hmm, Watson, please.”
The man in his arms, in his body, had a plan. And Holmes knew he was going to love it even before that voice sent little shivers through his skin. “Right here, Holmes, I’ve got you.” His eyes fluttered as those strong fingers cupped and stroked his face. Those delicious lips kissed their way over his neck… to that spot just under his chin. Holmes couldn’t move or breathe. . “I want you to come for me, love, right now.” He wasn’t going to be able to stop himself in a moment. His Watson bit him, sharp, hard and careful, shoving him right over the edge.
Heat filled him, crashed through him, washing over his every nerve with the sound of his name on Watson’s lips. The feel of this man shattering inside him obsessed his every nerve. He couldn’t hear, see or feel another thing in the universe when his Watson was coming inside him. The chaos couldn’t reach him here, not in Watson’s arms. Holmes collapsed into the loving grip of those arms, getting lost in the racing of the heart under his ear. He needed something, just a little more of this man in his arms. “My dear Watson,” Holmes angled his head up, rested his hand on that racing heart and lost himself in a slow, sweet kiss.
Somewhere in the middle of the heat and depth of that kiss, strong hands rubbed up his chest to cup his face. But he wasn’t nearly done with those lips and the sweet, agile tongue. “Hmm, Holmes.” Nope, not done with those lips. He pressed forward again and plunged his tongue into that hot mouth. Holmes needed this, this heat, this quiet, this breathless touch and emotional need. Then his Watson sank sharp teeth into his lower lip, forcing him back with a gasp. “Holmes, you know I hate it when you creep away during the night. I’ve told you time and time again that I’ll supply all the quiet you need.”
“I know that, my dear Watson.” He trailed his fingertips over those lips and the edge of that mustache. There was nothing he adored more than his Watson like this. “And you do supply the most amazing quiet. But in order to appreciate it, sometimes I must experience the chaos.” The look on the doctor’s face said that he didn’t believe a word of it. They’d had this exact conversation before. “You looked so gorgeous sleeping there that I couldn’t stand to wake you. Especially since I’d already kept you up most of the night.”
A smile quirked those precious lips before Watson allowed him close enough to claim them again. Briefly. “One of these days, I’ll be the one handcuffing you naked to this headboard… all night long. Maybe then you’ll finally let this sink in. I want to be here… with you. I’m staying. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours, my dear Watson.” One more deep sweet kiss gave him a moment of blessed silence. “Now give me some more of that quiet since you’re so determined to be of use.”
“Always my most difficult patient.” Holmes barely had the time to smile before he found himself on his back under his Watson, hands pinned above his head. “Now where did you leave those shackles the last time?”
“I believe they’re under the bed, where you left them the last time, my dear man.” Holmes reached up and fisted both hands around the bars. “Get them.”
“Always,”
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