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Alright Rory…Here’s your lingerie!lock drabble that you wanted. I just hope it was what you were looking for.
P.S. This is the lingerie I had in mind while writing…
“Sherlock? Lestrade called and said he had a case for us,” John called out as he walked towards the bedroom he recently started sharing with his flatmate turned lover. The door was ajar so he figured it was safe to enter. “He said he tried calling you but you weren’t answering your-.” John froze as his eyes came to rest on Sherlock standing in the middle of the room, wearing a bra and panty set made of black lace with a matching garter belt that was holding up black silk stockings. The lace clung to Sherlock in all of the right places even more so when he bent over to pick his dressing gown up off of the floor. Arousal began to pool deep in John’s gut and his cock hardened in his jeans.
“I saw the message and already texted Lestrade back telling him to pick up the husband of the victim,” Sherlock said casually as he wrapped the dressing gown around him and walked towards John. “Besides, we have a more pressing matter here to take care of.” John stood fixed in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing in bewilderment.
“And what would that be?” John asked once he had found his voice again. Sherlock grinned wickedly. He pushed John up against the door, his hand finding the bulge that was tenting the front of his jeans and lightly squeezed, drawing out a low groan from John.
“I would think that the answer to that would be obvious, even to you,” Sherlock said as he leaned forward and brushed his lips along John’s pulse point in his neck while pressing his own arousal into John’s thigh. John’s hands came up and tangled in Sherlock’s dark curls and pulled his head up until their lips were barely touching and met his lust darkened eyes.
“Oh, God yes,” he said before capturing Sherlock’s lips in a bruising kiss.