WARNINGS: EXPLICIT, oral sex, sexual fantasy, male-male sex, 'Sherlock' Fanfic, John Watson/Sherlock Holmes
All the stories published as part of this series of posts were first published on Archive of Our Own, under the pen name of AbaddonsDaughter. They are published for fun, with no intention to make any money out of them. The characters are copyright to their originators and are borrowed here without intention to infringe copyright.
Summary:
Summary: A character considers the nature of mouths, and one mouth in particular.
Work Text:
That mouth! The perfect bow, sitting on the plushest cushion of a bottom lip he had ever seen on a man; on anyone. Such an expressive orifice too! Pouting, sulking, smirking, mocking, laughing, condemning, relaxed, slack in sleep, concentrating, huffing, teasing, licked by a tongue (never his, yet) and, very rarely, an ‘O’ of surprise or a genuine smile. . .
Add words, add the voice, and he might just come in his pants from the effect; the right words of course, said in the right way; breathy, passionate, rumbling, deep. Filthy words. Oh god, so filthy.
Then there is the tongue. Such a flexible appendage. Licking and lapping, curling or waggling, being stuck out; used in a childish battle of wills or to prise open his own mouth; parting his teeth, demanding and suggestive.
The teeth! Nipping and scraping, biting and nibbling. The roof; ribbed, breathing, sucking, wet and hot.
Oh God! All of these parts, applied in such a range of places; enough to make one’s breath catch, one’s eyes water and one’s cock swell and spill.
Later. For now that mouth is performing its most mundane function or devouring. Sweet, scarlet fruit is slurped and nibbled, savoured and swallowed. This is good; eating is erotic, when he does it. Talking too; sharing, teasing, humorous and incisive, intelligent and observant, tender and conspiratorial.
One day the whole of that mouth will be claimed, made his. Merely a matter of time. Inevitable.
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