Fic rec: Transport
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Title: Transport
Author:
thisprettywren
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: ~10,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, sensory deprivation
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Everything else is just transport.
That’s what he’d told John, and he meant it. But it wasn’t comfortable, this transport of his. It might get him where he needed to go, but sometimes he just needed to get off. Written for this prompt over on
sherlockbbc_fic
Reccer's comments: Even if you have no idea what sensory deprivation kink is, you can’t help but imagine that for someone like Sherlock, for whom the world is very noisy, having your senses blocked off could be a highly gratifying experience. The tale is a slow-burning (but definitely burning) take on John recognizing what Sherlock needs, and the two of them spiraling toward each other through the tortuous pathways of their desires.
John swallowed, reached out, carefully pressed his thumbnail against the inside of his foot and then around, ran it slowly up the outside of Sherlock’s leg.
The effect was electric. John had never seen—or felt, for that matter--anything like it: someone capable of such an intense shift without actually moving. The sound that came from the gagged mouth was long, somewhere between a sigh and a groan.
It felt, to John, as though every bit of Sherlock’s attention were running straight up his arm and down his spine to settle as warmth in his own groin. He made it as far as the rope at Sherlock’s bent knee before he simply couldn’t take it anymore and had to pull his hand away. “Oh.” Even he could hear how breathless it sounded.
Read it on LJ
Read it on A03
Author:
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Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: ~10,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, sensory deprivation
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Everything else is just transport.
That’s what he’d told John, and he meant it. But it wasn’t comfortable, this transport of his. It might get him where he needed to go, but sometimes he just needed to get off. Written for this prompt over on
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Reccer's comments: Even if you have no idea what sensory deprivation kink is, you can’t help but imagine that for someone like Sherlock, for whom the world is very noisy, having your senses blocked off could be a highly gratifying experience. The tale is a slow-burning (but definitely burning) take on John recognizing what Sherlock needs, and the two of them spiraling toward each other through the tortuous pathways of their desires.
John swallowed, reached out, carefully pressed his thumbnail against the inside of his foot and then around, ran it slowly up the outside of Sherlock’s leg.
The effect was electric. John had never seen—or felt, for that matter--anything like it: someone capable of such an intense shift without actually moving. The sound that came from the gagged mouth was long, somewhere between a sigh and a groan.
It felt, to John, as though every bit of Sherlock’s attention were running straight up his arm and down his spine to settle as warmth in his own groin. He made it as far as the rope at Sherlock’s bent knee before he simply couldn’t take it anymore and had to pull his hand away. “Oh.” Even he could hear how breathless it sounded.
Read it on LJ
Read it on A03