"So Touchingly Loyal" - Pet!John (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson MD)

John’s eyes darkened with lust, his mind was clouded over with desire, especially when Sherlock touched his erection, making chills run up his spine. He thought about sex, about the idea of being inside his owner, and he couldn’t help but rub his hips against him, his tail wagging slightly.

“I…mm…do you…want to do it?” he asked, biting on his lower lip. “Do you have any…mm…lube?”

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s waist and pushed their bodies together, moaning as their erections touched. “You’re talking to a guy who’s never had sex,” he whispered into John’s ear. “Why would I have lube?” He reached down his hand and rubbed John ‘s tail up and down slowly. “We’ll have to make do…I don’t care about…pain…”

John had to bite on his lower lip not to moan loudly as their erections rubbed against each other. “We could do with some lotion,” he muttered, swallowing hard, his hands moving feverish on the other’s skin. “It’s you first time, a bit of pain is unavoidable, but I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary…”

Sherlock smiled at John’s thoughtfulness and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Go to the bathroom,” he instructed. “There’s a bottle of moisturiser in the cupboard.” He stroked his own face and smirked, “you don’t get skin this smooth for nothing y’know.” He lay back flat on the bed with his hands behind his head, waiting for John to go and fetch it.

John smiled at the words, and quickly retrieved the cream as instructed. “This one, right?” he asked once he was back, by now completely at ease being naked in front of Sherlock. He slid back on the bed, crawling on top of him. “Are you sure about this?” he decided to ask one last time.

Sherlock had been lay on his back waiting for John to return and trying to work out what it was about his pet that turned him on so much. He still couldn’t quite put his finger on it, and was amazed by the reaction of his own body and his overwhelming desire to touch, kiss and ultimately fuck his new pet. When John returned he was even more aroused having just thought about it. “Yes I’m sure,” he growled, roughly grasping at John’s ass. “I want this.”

John moaned as he felt his ass getting grabbed, the low tone of Sherlock’s voice making him understand that he really had no doubts about this. “Alright yes,” he mumbled, his hands a bit feverish on the other’s skin.

“Turn around Sherlock, I need to see what I am doing, I am not so experienced…” he muttered, grabbing his hips.

Sherlock licked his lips, noticing they were slightly dry. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was nervous, although he reasoned everyone was probably nervous on their first time. He quickly turned over so he was lying on his stomach, then craned his neck round to look at John, smiling.

John smiled back, too excited about this to feel nervous. He couldn’t believe how hard he was, how much he wanted to pound into him, when every time before it had been uncomfortable and scary. “Try to relax,” he muttered softly, squeezing some cream on his fingers and quickly inserting one into Sherlock’s tight ass.

Soon he was adding another one, moving in and out and creating a steady friction.

Sherlock tried to lean over to see what John was doing but he was asked to relax and attempted to do so. Suddenly he felt something cool between the cheeks of his ass and then a sharp pain as John’s finger pushed inside him. He emitted a small gasp, then a delighted moan as he settled his head on the pillow, enjoying the unusual sensations as his pet’s fingers slid around inside him.

“How does it feel?” he asked, scissoring the flesh to stretch it further, then starting to push his fingers in and out again. He added another finger then, feeling himself grow impatient, now he understood why his past owners had always been grumpy at this stage.

Sherlock moaned softly as John’s fingers slipped easily in and out, feeling a strange but pleasant sensation creeping round his body. His erection was now even harder than before and he was becoming increasingly desperate to feel more of John inside him.

“It’s…good. More than good…great,” he stammered, then added apologetically. “I’m…not used to using superlatives. But please don’t stop.”

John couldn’t help the smile on his lips when Sherlock talked. “You don’t need to be fancy,” he muttered, leaning over him and placing soft kisses on the other’s lean back.

“I think….I’ll go in now…” he whispered, taking his hand back and grabbing the bottle of cream. He squeezed some more on his member and moved himself into position.

“Ready?”

Sherlock struggled to keep his breathing steady as he realised he was panting quite hard. Suddenly John reclaimed his fingers and the tight muscles around his ass twitched and gaped where the emptiness was, desperate for something to fill it. “Yes, yes I’m ready,” he gasped. “Bloody do it!”

John grinned at his owner’s demanding tone, it made his tail wag slightly…to know that he was wanted. “You should say please,” he teased, but then guided himself to his ass and started pushing inside anyway. There was no way he could wait any longer.

“P-please,” Sherlock whimpered, quite enjoying the role reversal of being dominated by his pet, the whole of his body quivering with anticipation. As John finally entered him he cried out with the sharp pain of getting stretched open, gripping onto the bedstead with both hands, his muscles tensing. “Ughh fuck John,” he groaned, closing his eyes. “Keep…keep going.”

John’s eyes fell closed as he found himself buried into Sherlock’s body, his sense overwhelmed by the tight heat. “God Sherlock,” he moaned. He grabbed his hips and did exactly what he was told, he kept on moving, he pulled back and pushed back in, then again and again.

As John continued moving Sherlock could feel himself begin to relax, the intense burning pain gradually subsiding and with every thrust from John’s hips came a new kind of sensation – intense, pleasurable, fantastic. Sherlock released his grip on the bed and slowly moved his hands down to fall loosely by John’s side, one of them snaking round the back to tickle his tail, a smile curling on the corner of his lips.

“John,” he mumbled, “this is…incredible…”

John agreed, his senses were overwhelmed by pleasure, his body shaking in bliss as he pounded into Sherlock, chills multiplying as his tail was touched.

“God yes, Sherlock, yes,” he moaned and started moving faster, the rhythm becoming more desperate.

Sherlock grabbed the back of John’s neck and dragged him down closer, pushing their lips together in a deep passionate kiss before pulling back gasping for air. “This is…so…amazing,” Sherlock could hardly believe how intense the sensations were becoming.

He reached down his right hand and enveloped his own erection around his fingers, pumping it up and down lightly as John continued to thrust hard inside him.

John was losing control, his mind seizing with sparks of pleasure as they kissed, and his hands moving possessive on the other’s body. He growled in warning when he realised Sherlock was touching himself and he slapped his hand away, his own taking its place and starting to pump in time with his erratic thrusts.

Sherlock groaned in ecstacy as John began to pump him, the pet’s expert actions much better than his own. “God John,” he gasped, scraping his nails down John’s back and bucking his hips towards every thrust.

The way Sherlock’s body was reacting to his movements, the way he was pushing back against his body…it was just wonderful, making him lose his mind even further.

“Come on Sherlock! Come for me!” he groaned, his movements feverish.

“Christ John,” Sherlock muttered, his pet’s words and the swift movements of his hand sending his mind in a spin. He arched his back to meet John’s thrusts and suddenly came hard, the climax rippling through his body and he called out John’s name rather loudly, never in his life having experienced this much pleasure before.

John was not coherent any more, even though he whimpered in pure pleasure when he felt the other’s muscles clenching around him, he didn’t realise Sherlock had come until he himself had reached the peak of his ecstasy and collapsed on his owner’s spent body, his hand now still and covered with semen in between their chest.

“Jesus,” he exclaimed, panting. “I had no idea it could be like this…”