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5 Times Sherlock Teased Someone and 1 Time Someone Teased Him

Summary:

Just as the title says.

Notes:

For those of you waiting on my fic Delightful, just hold on, okay? I'm still working on it, but I need a break from the angst and wrote some porn instead. So I did.

That is all, thank you for your time. Please enjoy the (poorly written) porn. ^^

Chapter 1: Sherlock/Lestrade

Chapter Text

"Freak, Lestrade wants you in his office," Sally Donovan said with a resentful sigh.

Sherlock looked up from the case he was studying and sauntered off into Lestrade's office. 

"Yes, Lestrade. I'm busy."

"Yeah, I know. I'm stuck on this case and I need your help." Lestrade looked expectantly at Sherlock, who rolled his eyes and came around to the other side of Lestrade's desk. 

"Well?" he asked impatiently. 

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Lestrade thought, forgetting how intoxicating it was to be so close to this brilliant yet arrogant man. Lestrade inhaled deeply, smelling tea, cigarette smoke, and something distinctly Sherlock.

"Lestrade, pay attention; what did you want?" Sherlock put his hand on Lestrade's, which was hold a folder of papers, and brought the hand and its contents closer to his face, fingers carefully on the pulse. "Lestrade are you... are you aroused?" Sherlock asked incredulously.

Lestrade blushed furiously. "What? No, of course not..."

Sherlock tilted his head down and whispered in Lestrade's ear, "You know, if you were, I would have offered to help you out. But then, you're not aroused. Shame."

Leastrade whipped his head around and reached his hand around to grab the curls on the nape of Sherlock's neck, and pulled him forward for a kiss. Sherlock moaned and turned Lestrade's chair so that it was facing him. He then slotted himself neatly against Lestrade's thighs, effectively putting himself in Lestrade's lap. Sherlock rolled his hips in a tiny circle, eliciting a moan from Lestrade. 

Lestrade wound his arms around the taller man and reached down to cup his truly fantastic arse. 

Just then, Lestrade's office door swung open, and in walked Sally. "Sir, I was-- what the hell are you doing to him, freak?" Sherlock smirked as realisation dawned in her eyes. "Oh my god you were-- oh god. I'm sorry I'll just... go."

"Nonsense, Sally," Sherlock said, jumping from Lestrade's lap. "I should be getting home anyway." Sherlock strode to the door and paused. "And detective inspector? If you ever need... assisstance, you know where to find me."

And with that, he shut the door.