Sugar
WARNING: THIS FANFICTION IS FOR MATURE READERS ONLY
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'Do you want sugar in your tea?' Sherlock asked tentatively, watching the madman that lounged in the chair – his chair. It infuriated him, but he knew it was what Moriarty wanted from him, a reaction of sorts.
'No, but I'll tell you what I do want.' Jim grinned, jumping to his feet and grabbing the Detective by his scarf. The latter yelped in surprise, being dragged and pinned to the floor by the criminal mastermind.
Minutes later Sherlock found himself naked, throbbing erection dribbling and spewing all over Jim's face as the man encircled his member with his mouth. He couldn't help but buck into the man's mouth; knowing the situation was entirely wrong made him all the more hornier.
'Is my mouth sweet Mr Holmes?' Jim growled, sucking faster and harder as a mewl escaped the Detective. Jim loved to see the man squirm, making him squirm.
When Sherlock fired his load again, so much landed in Jim's hair it looked like he'd dunked his head in cream. But Jim licked his lips, and his massive tongue erased the milky liquid from his face.
They proceeded to have violent anal sex.
Jim got his cup of tea and poured it down Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock grabbed the sugar and sprinkled it on Jim's head, before suckling it off greedily.
This became a nightly ritual, Jim sneaking in and throwing the sugar into the air, the pair rolling around in it, having sex in it.
John found out and was so upset that he wasn't invited and jumped off St Bart's hospital.
A/N don't do drugs kids. And don't ask Moriarty if he wants sugar. You'll regret it.