A/N: I am in love with this pairing, unfortunately there is not nearly enough Sherstrade, I intend to remedy that. I was actually scrolling through the kink meme and stumbled upon this prompt, it was too good to pass up. I have never really tried to fill one of these prompts, I filled one for XMFC but that's it.
for a prompt at BBC Sherlock Kink Meme
Five times Sherlock and Lestrade had sex somewhere other than a bed (too desperate, too busy so they had to be creative, Sherlock's bed is a death trap, or whatever), and the first time they were in bed.
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This will be broken up into chapters (6 parts in all) , I still have school stuff, but I will try to update quickly
1. Desk
A long drawn whine emanates from Sherlock's mouth as the hands on his hips tighten their grip. There's a warm mouth at the base of his neck placing feathery kisses to the dampened skin. Teeth lightly nip at his neck, just prior to a tongue swiping over the marks to soothe the irritated flesh.
The pace hastens and Sherlock grips the edge of the desk tighter as his hips rut against the side paneling. He's close; he can feel his release beginning to build at the base of his spine.
A work roughened hand reaches around to grip him, just as the thrust change their angle, deeper, each hip snap hitting his prostate. It only takes a few simple strokes before Sherlock is cumming, his whole body going into spasms as he rocks into the hand in front of him, a broken cry falling from his lips.
Spent, Sherlock slumps over the desk, taking a few moments to simply breathe and try to get back under control.
There's two more thrust followed by a choked of cry of pleasure as Sherlock feels himself being filled. Several lazy kisses are pressed along his back, warm lips moving upwards, traveling along his neck until the mouth is level with his left ear.
"Next time you come to visit me during lunch, try and wear something a little less teasing, if you have it in you."
Sherlock smiles softly before replying slyly "I thought I already did Inspector."
"Cheeky," Lestrade murmurs placing a soft kiss to Sherlock's temple as he cards his hand through sweat dampened curls.