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It's a Saturday, nothing special about it.

Kite, having done all of the homework she plans on doing and unable to settle on what to do next, grabs for her phone.

She calls Tony's house. (Nothing special about that, either.)

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She can appreciate thorough, if the way her hand keeps tightening is any indication.

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As his mouth reaches her chest, he drifts to one side and kisses her nipple into his mouth.

Thoroughly.

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She gasps, nails digging into his scalp.

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He gives her a slow lick.

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She keeps very still, but if he looks up, he'll see the way her jaw clenches.

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How about a hint of teeth?

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Another gasp, more ragged than the first.

One foot flexes against the mattress; her body twists a little closer to him.

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Beautiful.

He sucks gently.

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She lifts her head just enough to thump it against the mattress and groans.

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In which case, Sherlock decides to kiss his way over to the other side and repeat the entire sequence. With variations, mainly regarding the application of nibbles.

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She groans again.

"Teasing bastard."

One hand scrapes across the sheets.

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"Shall I move on?" he murmurs, and dips his head to lick between her breasts.

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"If it's not too much trouble," she pants.

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"By," kiss, "all," llllllllllllick, "means."

His mouth begins the journey downwards.



You could hardly guess that he has never done this before.

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Kite sighs, her death grip on the sheets relaxing for now.

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He kind of takes his time.

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She expected as much.

Still, he's moving in the right direction.

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And—





When he parts her labia with his tongue, the taste makes him shudder. In the good way.

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It isn't a gasp this time.

It's a cry--high and hopeful and needy as hell.

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Sherlock closes his eyes.

When his tongue finds her clit, his focus is absolute. He observes every reaction precisely.

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She cries out again, more breathless. The muscles in her thighs tense; her fingers curl into claws against the sheets.

Her head lolls to the side, staring at the television, though it's debatable how much of it she's paying attention to.

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If she were not distracted, she would probably be paying quite a lot of attention to the spectacle of Tony giving Sherlock his very first blowjob.

But the faint, faint pressure of Sherlock's teeth is probably more captivating.

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She inhales, sharp and startled almost to the point of choking.

She doesn't have the patience to actively focus on the images on tv, but she can still hear it and the sounds--

She whimpers.

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His tongue again, slow at first, then faster.

From the video, a ragged moan that does not quite shape itself into Tony's name.

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"Oh, fuck--"

One hand flails down, coming to rest at last on the back of his head.