"Handcuffs, really?"
"What's wrong with handcuffs?"
"Sherlock, what do I do for a living?"
"You're a Detective Inspector, when was the last time you actually handcuffed anyone?"
"Nevertheless, no handcuffs"
Sherlock huffed. "Fine."
Greg grinned as Sherlock leaned back and dived into his bag of tricks. Like everything else, Sherlock had gone about his new hobby with gusto and apparently no spending limit. Sherlock had arrived at eight prompt and had pushed Greg into his bedroom, stripped their clothes off and pushed Greg down onto his back on the bed before sitting on top of Greg's thighs. After some surprisingly languid kissing and stroking (perhaps Greg had taught Sherlock the value of waiting after all) Sherlock, with a huge dirty grin on his face, had reached down to the floor to pick up a heavy satchel and had dumped it on Greg's chest.
From it had appeared the contents of a soho sex shop: vibrators, plugs, restraints, some particularly viscous looking nipple clamps which Greg had vetoed immediately (each to their own but sharp things anywhere near his naked body just made him nervous, particularly with Sherlock wielding them...) and the goodies just kept on coming. It was the Fortnum and Mason bag that Greg had been the most enthusiastic about, imagining how all the luxury food would taste smeared over Sherlock, though as soon as Sherlock had seen Greg's face light up he quickly hid the bag behind him and carried on digging through his array of plastic, leather and occasionally questionably feathery toys.
"Ah, maybe this then..."
Sherlock was holding a simple strip of wide silk in a relatively tasteful dark red. He held the two ends together and used them like a brush sweeping a long line down Greg's body from his collar bone to his navel. Greg groaned and arched up.
"Really?"
"Ahh, yes, really. That feels amazing."
Sherlock was intrigued, how could something so soft provide any proper stimulation whatsoever. He tentatively stroked the end of the silk down his own chest, it felt nice certainly but not particularly exciting...
"Oh fuck"
Sherlock looked down at Greg's whose eyes were fixed on the silk stroking down Sherlock's chest, and whose breathing had suddenly become heavier. Sherlock looked down. Greg had been half hard through the show and tell session with the toys but now his cock was fully erect and giving little twitches as the silk slid over Sherlock's chest. Sherlock felt himself shudder, the soft slide of the silk suddenly making his skin tingle.
Greg would have laughed if he had been able to breathe properly as Sherlocks mouth formed a perfect "Oh". Dear God he was just working out that being watched makes it different. Sherlock had clearly moved on quickly from this revelation and had grabbed Greg's hand and tied it to the headboard with the silk, retrieving similar lengths from the bag for his other limbs, leaving Greg spreadeagled on his back. Greg pulled against the silk, it felt delicious twisting round his skin.
"According to the sites I've been visiting we should have a safeword. How about Andromeda?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "Let's just stick with "no" shall we, easier to remember"
"No style whatsoever..."
Sherlock reached behind him and pulled out the Fortnum and Mason bag. Greg watched as clever pale fingers teased open a ribboned box "Close your eyes"
Greg did so, he could smell the chocolate from here anyway, rich and deep. He felt Sherlock lean over him and press a chocolate to his mouth with his own. Greg swiped his tongue against the chocolate and felt Sherlock's teeth holding onto the shell then... ohmygodfuckfuckfuck... Greg groaned as the pressure of Sherlock's teeth split the shell, filling Greg's mouth with liquid salted caramel and Sherlock plunged his tongue into Greg's mouth, lapping and sucking, Greg could feel some of the caramel dribble down his cheek. Suddenly Sherlock's mouth was gone and long fingers were running over his lips before being pulled away. An obscene sucking sound "Mmmm... that's good, it tastes different off you. Let me see..."
Greg heard the snap of another chocolate shell then a sticky drip onto his stomach, the caramel pooling just below his navel, settling into the soft hair on his stomach. Then he felt Sherlocks tongue dragging against it, snagging and pulling at the caramel.
"Sherlock, you're a natural..."
Greg could feel the smugness radiaiting off the man sitting astride him. "Of course, open your yes."
Greg's eyes fluttered open and Sherlock grinned. Greg watched as Sherlock pulled his fingers through the remaining caramel on Gregs stomach then pushed his fingers into Greg's mouth... Oh yes, that tasted good, and the feeling of Sherlock's fingers pushing into his mouth...
Sherlock pulled his fingers out and Greg looked up at him. Sherlock was breathing heavily "Greg, I want to... I don't know if..."
"Just ask sherlock, I might say no but I won't judge you."
"I want to fuck your mouth"
Greg swallowed. "Yes please..."
Greg watched as Sherlock slicked up his straining cock with what looked like very expensive chocolate sauce and then slowly, inexorably, pushed it deep into Greg's throat. Sherlock looked down in wonder as Greg's face stretching round him, chocolate round his mouth and his eyes closed tight in concentration. The visual was almost as arousing as the hot tight heat round his prick and the feeling of Greg's tongue lapping at him each time he pulled back. But there was something else...
"Open your eyes, look at me" Greg shivered and opened his eyes, Sherlock's were burning into him, the lust, the possession in them was thrilling. Greg couldn't drag his eyes away, couldn't break the connection. He felt Sherlock's hands tighten round his head and his thrusts start to push deeper, harder down Greg's throat. God Greg hadn't felt this owned for a long time. Sherlock shuddered and finally closed his eyes, throwing his head back and coming, salty and thick down Greg's throat.
The next week they were at a crime scene. Some industrial arson, luckily no-one had been hurt but if the security guard hadn't nipped down the road for a sneaky midnight snack...
"Tedious"
"Fine then Sherlock, fine, just tell Anderson how you worked it out then you're free to go home, as you please."
"Oh Detective" Sherlock smirked "why so tetchy? Is your blood sugar low? Here have one of these."
Greg turned and saw Sherlock hold out to him a small box, inside were those small spherical chocolates they'd been enjoying. Greg blushed furiously, all he could think about when he looked at them, hell just smelled them, was Sherlock's cock, hot and heavy and veined... stretching his face, filling him... using him... he caught Sherlocks eye. Not good. Not at all good.
Greg stuttered.. "N..n..n...no. No Sherlock, thank you."
"Hmm, shame. John, one for you?"
Oh no, please don't you can't...
Greg watched as John picked up a chocolate and pushed it into his mouth
Guh.
"Oh Sherlock that's bloody gorgeous... another?"
"Of course..."
It took Sherlock another fifteen minutes to get all the evidence he needed and in that time John ate four more chocolates. Four! Four times Greg watched as the hard shell disappeared between Johns lips, four times he had to watch the glorious, delirious, decadent look on John's face as he bit down, four times he had the most vivid sense memory of something sticky and salty and gorgeous exploding down his throat...
Sherlock Holmes was, officially, a bastard.