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

Sherlock had been staring mesmerised at his pet, unable to tear his eyes away, his mind desperately trying to process what was going on, to try and calm his feelings. Not only did he find John physically attractive, but there was also the factor of his higher intelligence. He knew John was only a pet, but he was cleverer than any human he’d met in years. And in a world of stupid people, that was quite a turn on.

It seemed like they had been looking into each others eyes for an eternity, but when John finally spoke, gave his consent, Sherlock felt like his heart was exploding. It was only then he realised he had no idea what to do. Stay calm, he told himself, let’s start with kissing.

He instinctively closed his eyes and slowly moved his head towards John’s bringing his hand round the back of the pet’s neck to keep him there in case he changed his mind. He couldn’t stop now. Their lips met in a nervous, cautious first kiss that sent an electrical jolt round Sherlock’s body, so powerful he almost pulled away.

John’s own body shook as Sherlock’s lips touched his, he wasn’t expecting him to actually do anything, and his heart leapt to his throat. His hands moved instinctively, clinging to Sherlock’s shoulders as his lips parted, welcoming.

It felt strange, surely, kissing someone he had just met, but he liked it, because somehow there had been something between them, a connection John couldn’t explain. Something he had never felt with anyone else.

He kissed him then, his senses taking over, making him straddle Sherlock and groan lustfully.

Sherlock’s heart was pounding, his mind racing, the kiss making him giddy and breathless. He was still trying to work out what had made him do this. He hadn’t kissed anyone since that annoying girl at Uni so what was it about John that had changed his mind, made him see things differently, ignited his sex drive, made him want this?

John was clearly a male pet so it was logical to assume he was gay and the fact that…Sherlock cursed himself for thinking too much and switched focus to the kiss, moaning suddenly as he found John sat on top of him, their tongues now clashing in a deep passionate embrace.

Sherlock’s hands found their way around John’s waist and down towards his tail which he played and tugged with gently. He’d heard about people doing things with their pets before, and last time he checked there was some debate in the media over whether it was right or wrong.

Sherlock didn’t care about any of that nonsense. He just followed his instincts, which told him this was right, and that he wanted some more. He’d been a virgin too long, time to move on. He broke off slightly from the kiss and pulled back panting to look into his pet’s sparkling eyes.

“I…I want you John,” he mumbled. “All of you.”

John gasped in surprise as Sherlock touched his tail, his whole body shivering in pleasure and his cheeks burning red.

His eyes were glazed with lust as they pulled apart, the words surprising coming from Sherlock, but he couldn’t deny that they turned him on further.

He wanted to say many things, that he wasn’t used to being on top, that he didn’t want things to be awkward, that it was probably better if they moved to the bed, but all that came out of his lips was a “yes master” and he was grabbing the other’s hair and pulling him in for another heated kiss.

Sherlock felt his body responding quickly to their passion, the stiffness between his legs growing more and more uncomfortable. He moaned as he felt John’s fingers tousling in his hair and thrust his hips up towards his pet. “Have…have you done this before?” he gasped, unsure what would happen next.

John pulled away slowly, breathless, his eyes moving on Sherlock’s face for a while, as his fingertips massaged the other’s scalp.

“Yes, I’ve been asked to do this before,” he answered, shrugging a bit. It had been quite hard at the time, because he couldn’t really bring himself to get aroused. It didn’t seem like a problem this time though, the bulge in his pants was quite a clear sign of how much he wanted this.

John had always done it for duty, he had never thought it could be done for pleasure as well, but Sherlock was beautiful and sexy, John wanted to have him, he wanted to be inside him, to make him come, and not just because he was his owner.

Sherlock was quite relieved when John said he’d done this before, although he did detect a certain sadness behind the eyes when he spoke and he remembered something his pet had mentioned earlier. “John, were you…did you previous owners…take advantage of you?” He moved his hand up to John’s face and traced his fingers down his cheek gently. “Because I would never do that. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want.”

John swallowed hard as Sherlock’s hand cupped his cheek, the question ringing in his ears, and as he looked up at his owner, he knew he could only answer with the truth. “A pet is supposed to fulfil all of his owner’s wishes…I had to…” His voice was shaking and he stopped to take a deep breath. “I never liked it…” he admitted, his ears flattening against his head.

“I want /you/ though…you are…beautiful…” he confessed, looking at him again. “If you need this, I will be a good pet and…help out…” he muttered, nodding.

Sherlock smiled happily, a weight off his mind. “You are a good pet John,” he replied kindly. “The best I could wish for. And I want…I want this…” He stroked John’s flattened ears and kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ve…I’ve never done anything like this before,” he confessed, frowning slightly. “You probably know more about it than I do.” He passed his hand down John’s back and teased his tail, kissing him again.

It was difficult to concentrate with Sherlock’s lips so close and his hand on his tail, John had never felt so turned on in his life. The words shook him though, he couldn’t help but wonder whether it could be true. Surely Sherlock wasn’t a virgin at his age? Why? There was only lust and shyness in the other’s gaze though.

“Are you sure about this then?” he asked, blinking. “I am just apet…maybe you should do this with another human?”

“I….I’m sure,” Sherlock stammered, moving his lips down to place soft kisses down John’s cheek and neck. “I know you’re just a pet but…I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone before, ever.” He laughed slightly. “I guess there must be something about you John. I just…you’re so…I like…” Sherlock sighed angrily at his inability to express himself, sometimes words came so easily, other times they were impossible.

He shrugged. “No one’s ever made me like…this…before.” And he pointed at the noticeable erection in his pants.

John tilted his head to the side, giving more space to Sherlock, needy of that wonderful touch. He grabbed his hair, tugging it softly. “No need for words…” he whispered, licking his lips. “I feel the same,” he admitted, because it was true, it was the first time for him as well that this had a meaning at all.

“Shall we move to the bed?” he asked, nuzzling Sherlock’s jaw, while his hand moved to cup the bulge in his pants. Unresistable.

Sherlock gasped as John touched the uncomfortable hardness between his legs and he was now incredibly eager to free himself of the restrictions their clothes were imposing.

“Bedroom sounds good,” he muttered quietly, before quickly rolling John completely off him and staggering to his feet. He spun round and took John’s hands, hauling him up off the sofa. “This way,” he mumbled and led the pet into his bedroom.

No one had ever seen the inside of his room before, he realised. He closed the door behind him and pulled John into an embrace, closing his eyes and smelling his hair. God he had a wonderful smell. He’d read somewhere that it was quite common for owners to enjoy the smell of their pets and in Sherlock’s case it was most definitely true.

John looked around the room curiously, even though he was mostly unable to focus due to Sherlock’s hands pulling him closer.

He buried his face in his neck and licked the skin just softly. “You feel good, Sherlock, so good,” he whispered, his voice low and husky as he pushed him gently towards the bed. “May I undress you?” he asked, swallowing hard as he looked at him.

Sherlock felt the back of his legs hit the bed and allowed himself to fall backwards onto it, gazing up at John with pure desire and lust. He had never wanted someone so much and so desperately. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please. Please do.”

John’s lips curled in a slow smile. He liked the control he seemed to have on his owner, he had never been in such a position and it was making him lose his mind. He just loved it. He ran his hands up Sherlock’s legs, on his chest and then to undo his shirt, baring the pale skin of his chest and showering kisses as he went, nuzzling it with his face and ears, liking the way it felt.

He stopped only when Sherlock was completely naked and he licked his lips. “I have never seen anyone so beautiful Sherlock,” he whispered honestly.

Sherlock lay on his back and assisted John’s task by shrugging out of his shirt and pants, sighing with relief when his painful erection was finally freed, then blushing as he realised this was the first time anyone had ever seen him naked.

John’s kisses were making his skin tingle, his body now feeling slightly chilled by the cool air in the room. He looked up at John, admiring his handsome features and beautiful eyes. “Are you going to take your clothes off?” Sherlock asked. “I think…I think I’d like to see you naked too.”

John blushed at the polite request, his heart fluttering dangerously in his chest, he knew he couldn’t compare his darker, scarred skin to Sherlock’s wonderful expanse of white, but he also couldn’t say no, and the fact that Sherlock seemed to want to see him touched him somehow. For once it didn’t feel like he was being used, it felt like it was something special.

“Yes,” he said, taking off his shirt and then moving to slide out of his trousers and pants. He looked away shyly, ashamed of his ugly scars, before he slid back on the bed, pressing their bodies together and relishing in the contact.

Sherlock watched John undress curiously, trying to resist the temptation to touch himself. He slowly reached up a hand to caress one of the scars on his pet’s chest. “Where did you get these?” he asked, concerned, then responded to the embarrassed look on John’s face by adding gently, “you look wonderful. I like them.” He leaned up and kissed one of the scars, running the tip of his tongue over it in a swirling motion.

John’s breathing caught in his throat as Sherlock’s tongue swirled over one of his scars, his eyes fluttering closed and his ears flattening against his head. No one had ever touched him like that and it scared and excited him at the same time.

“I was a soldier…” he confessed, his voice shaking, his whole soul was trembling.

“A soldier…” Sherlock repeated quietly, tracing John’s marks and scars, fascinated. He’d heard about pets getting sent off to fight, whole divisions of pet armies, and the groups of liberals on the news who campaigned against it. The matter had never really interested him, he’d never needed to know about it. At least, not until now.

“You won’t have to go to war anymore,” Sherlock promised, kissing John’s lips gently, then smiled, “I bet you were in the medical corps right?”

John leaned into the touches, into the kisses, wanting nothing other than being close. “How do you - ?” he whispered, stopping himself when he remembered who he was talking to. Sherlock was able to read deeper than anyone else. Of course he knew.

“The war was horrible,” he whispered, his eyelids quivering, wondering if he could really say what he wanted. “But…one part of me…liked it, I was…I was free there…we were all equals there…”

“I can understand that,” Sherlock replied thoughtfully, gently tickling behind John’s ears. “I bet you liked the danger too didn’t you? That was why you were so good tonight on that crime scene. Hmm…you were so…sexy,” he growled under his breath and pulled John in for another deep kiss. “No one’s ever turned me on before,” he admitted. “Not like you have…”

John looked at him hesitant, still feeling that what was happening was quite unreal. “It was exciting,” he admitted, leaning towards the touch. He moaned softly in the kiss, his ear tickling softly at the words. “I loved working with you,” he whispered, his hand moving down the other’s body. “And I like the fact that I alone can turn you on…I want you Sherlock,” he muttered, fingers grazing over his arousal.

Sherlock gasped as John’s hand ghosted between his legs, arching his back slightly to meet the touch. “I want you too John,” he whispered, clasping his own fingers around John’s erection with a small moan. “What…what do we do next?” he asked quietly, eager to continue further.