Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

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Prompting Part XXXII
Giggles at the Palace
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Reprompt: Morning Wood


Lestrade, John, Sherlock, Mycroft... any other male characters you want - deal with their 'morning condition'.

Just a quick little fill, I hope that's okay.


Greg stretched lazily, raising his hands above his head as he did so, his back arching. He tried to cling to the remnants of his dream for as long as possible, kicking the sheets off himself before holding his cock loosely in one hand. It had been about Molly again, in that dress. That tight black dress from the christmas party. Those curves, her pert little breasts, and that shy smile. Except in this dream Molly had been riding him, cheeks flushed and hair wild as she sank down on his cock. So tight. Hot and wet as he fingered her cunt, little panting gasps leaving her lips as he did so.

"Fuck," Greg whispered, tightening his grip on his prick.

Greg licked his lips, it had been far too long since he'd had a warm body in his bed. Rumpled hair on the pillow next to his, someone to say good morning to, someone to kiss goodbye when he went to work.

The alarm went off on the bedside table and Greg fumbled to turn it off, before reaching for his nipples, his other hand moving faster on his steadily leaking cock. He thrust up into his tight fist, groaning as he rolled his nipples between finger and thumb and they became sensitive and pert. Greg thrust up once, twice more, flicking one hard nub cruelly and bit his lip as he came, come spurting between his fingers and dribbling down his wrist.

Greg checked the time and sat up with a sigh. If he got up now he'd have time for a shower and a coffee before he had to leave for work.

Re: Morning Wood: Greg


Mini fills are welcome :D

Loved it. Greg giving himself some loving attention :D :D

I'm glad you liked it! I'm going to try and write a similar little mini-fill for all the guys.

Mmmm, some good ol' Greg n' Molly. =D

Re: Morning Wood 2: John.

John wakes up far too early as usual, his internal clock unable to get used to civilian life even after all this time. His hand is already on his prick, rubbing himself through his boxers in his sleep. He continues touching himself through the soft jersey of the pants for a while, enjoying the sensation of soft material again his hard cock, leaking a little until there's a damp patch on his boxers. But before long it's not enough and he pushes the boxers down his hips a little way, just far enough to be able to touch himself easily. He pushes aside the duvet as well and reaches to his bedside table for the hand cream he keeps there. The lotion feels so wonderfully slick on his hot skin that he has to hold back a groan. He used to be quite vocal – but he tries to keep quiet now. Sherlock's sharp ears pick up far too much as it is. He can still remember the look Sherlock had given him one morning as he'd come downstairs after doing just this. As if Sherlock could see through walls and knew exactly what he had been doing. As if John was a curiosity, a puzzle that he'd like to examine.

John thrusts into his hand, slippery fingers moving his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head, trying desperately to keep quiet. He couldn't make a sound. Couldn't make a sound or Sherlock would hear. John thrust again and again, biting at his lip. He wanted to moan, wanted to pant, wanted to swear. Wanted to see how Sherlock would look at him if he screamed with his release. John could feel it building, the pressure and sensation becoming almost too much and then he was coming, watching as come spurted and dribbled between his fingers, the quietest grunt escaping his lips. John closed his eyes with a smile, sinking back into the pillows for a few moments as he enjoyed the afterglow, he'd have to get up soon enough.

Edited at 2012-11-05 12:44 pm (UTC)

Re: Morning Wood 2: John.


This was rather delicious! John barely able to contain himself from making noise, hnng!

I'm loving these :D

Re: Morning Wood 2: John.

Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying them. <3

Re: Morning Wood 3: Sherlock.

Sherlock awoke quickly, as he usually did, jerking straight from sleep to full awareness. He had a rather inconvenient erection, and sighed in annoyance. Every morning this week he had woken up with this "problem". Having to wait until it went away so he could get up was getting tedious. He had experiments to see to.

With previous flatmates he hadn't bothered waiting for his morning erection go away before he got out of bed and started his day. But he knew from past experience that seeing your flatmate walking around with an erection so obvious that even pyjama bottoms and a dressing gown couldn't hide it was one of those things that put people off being his flatmate. He wasn't entirely certain that John would react in the same way, but he didn't want to take that chance.

Sherlock stared at the ceiling for a while and went over his current experiments in his head. When that didn't work he tried thinking over old cases. Anything to distract his body from the current inconvenience.

He sighed again, frustrated. The problem wasn't going away. Clearly he would have to deal with it despite his reluctance. Although there was the advantage that once he had taken care of it, the problem was unlikely to appear again for at least a week.

Sherlock kicked off the duvet and palmed himself firmly through his pyjamas. He hardened even further as he did so and soon there was a little wet spot marking the material. He always did leak a generous amount of pre come. Though it was difficult to find out the "norm" when it came to this. No one ever wanted to answer his questions and the internet was frustratingly imprecise.

The mattress was pleasingly firm yet yielded a little as Sherlock turned over and thrust up against it. He did this for a little while, making slow regular thrusts so his cock rubbed up against the bed. After a while it wasn't enough and Sherlock grabbed a pillow from beside him and lifted his hips so he could place it beneath him.

He grabbed the top edge of the mattress with one hand, the other flat on the mattress beside him as he thrust into the soft pillow, speeding up now as his arousal intensified. Sherlock groaned softly, a muffled sound half-swallowed by the soft egyptian cotton of his sheets. It felt so good to thrust like this. Despite his initial reluctance he always lost himself in this. In the feel of softness against his skin, of the tension building in his body. Sherlock took a second pillow and lifted his hips higher, placing it on top of the first. Now he could almost grip them between his thighs as he moved against the bed. His cock rubbing deliciously against the pillows.

Sherlock thrust erratically now and put two fingers in his mouth, sucking hard on them and groaning around the long digits, his cock pulsing spurt after spurt of wetness as Sherlock jerked and came.

After a few moments Sherlock turned over. He was still suckling lazily at his fingers and he thrust his other hand into his pyjama bottoms. He gently grasped his half hard cock, sticky with come, feeling it become limp as he jerked at the touch of his hand against over-sensitized skin.

Sherlock tried to tell himself to get up and shower and get on with the day but his limbs didn't want to co-operate. He'd be good for nothing for at least half an hour now. What an unproductive start to the day.

Re: Morning Wood 3: Sherlock.

Only Sherlock would think masturbating was an inconvenience. Also, could have just used your hand, sir. I'm sure it'd been much faster if you were really all that concerned. XD

Re: Morning Wood 3: Sherlock.

Unf. Thanks! ♥

Re: Morning Wood 3: Sherlock.


Ha, only Sherlock would find wanking a bother! :D

Loving these :D

Re: Morning Wood 4: Mycroft

Mycroft woke up, masturbated and then had a leisurely breakfast before starting work.

At least, in an ideal world, that was how he would have liked to start the day. But there was no such thing as an ideal world. There was an order to things, a system. Mycroft was generally awake and checking his messages and emails on his blackberry even before his alarm went off at six. And since wanking whilst at work was unthinkable - even if he was working in bed whilst in his pajamas - he generally ignored his inconvenient morning erection until it went away.

The problem with that was that if he ignored the issue for too long it would simply take care of itself whilst he was sleeping, and he was simply too old to be having to take care of soiled pajamas or sticky sheets. No matter how pleasant the accompanying dreams might be.

So he scheduled it into his routine. 6:15 a.m as he was showering, right in between checking his messages and his (disappointingly healthy) breakfast.

But still, some mornings Mycroft would find himself waking up with one hand already around his hard and leaking prick, his mind foggy with burning, insistent arousal rather than waking to full alertness as he usually did. On these occasions he usually made himself let go of his cock and continue with his usual routine. A good routine was the sign of an ordered mind.

But this morning it was as if an incubus had invaded his dreams, offering acres of soft skin to touch and a long thick cock for Mycroft to take his pleasures from. Then the dream was gone but Mycroft still wanted. Good god he wanted.

Mycroft kicked back the covers and stripped off his pyjama bottoms before fumbling into his bedside drawer. He took out the dildo he kept there and the lube, dropping the toy on the bed beside him and coating his fingers with slickness. His cock gave a little jump as he did this and Mycroft quickly lay back on the egyptian cotton sheets and reached back with his fingers. He circled his pucker with his finger tips for a long moment before slipping one finger inside. Mycroft's breath caught at the sensation and he let the breath slowly out as he slowly moved the digit. First just slowly in and out and then circling the tight ring of muscle. Mycroft added a second finger, fucking himself on them slowly and he could wait no longer.

Mycroft picked up the dildo and coated it with lube. He let himself imagine actually having someone here to do this with. Someone who would rub their prick up against his as they kissed, someone who would touch their leaking cock to his nipples and tease him and make him beg and paint his lips with come.

He circled his hole with the blunt head of the dildo, rubbing himself with it, his eyes closing at the touch. Mycroft couldn't stop the low groan that left his lips as he breached his hole with the thick length, his hips moving restlessly to fuck himself on it as his other hand wrapped around his prick.

It didn't take long. Mycroft panted as he fucked himself with the dildo, his hand moving quickly on his leaking prick. Once he got the right angle he was hitting his prostate on every thrust and gasped with pleasure, his toes curling and his hand stuttering on his cock as he came, come painting his hand, his stomach and his chest. Mycroft slowly removed the dildo, shuddering at the over stimulation, and let it fall from his hand onto the bed beside him. He softly fondled his nipples as he got his breath back, imagining that it was someone else's come that he was rubbing into them.

Good god he really needed to get fucked.

Mycroft reluctantly got out of bed and slowly made his way to the shower, making a mental note to add it to his schedule. He couldn't afford to spend his mornings like this, he was already ten minutes behind with his routine.

Re: Morning Wood: Greg

I like this!

Re: Morning Wood: Greg

Bravo! Hot and very believable.

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