What about John and Molly in shibari together?
Kneeling next to each other while Sherlock and Irene circle them like raptors. Tied to each other so that when one of them moves, the other feels it. Intimately.
The ropes are woven over their eyes so they can only see in tiny slices. And as they circle, flitting in and out of sight while neither John nor Molly can so much as turn their heads, Sherlock and Irene reach out to touch them, tease them, tug at their ropes that pull at their nipples and groins and squeeze at their rib cages until they can’t stay still.
They shift and writhe, twisting their captured wrists and flexing their fingers and toes, moving the toys buried inside them, and it becomes a chain reaction. One movement teases Molly’s clit and makes her hips jerk, pushing the dildo against John’s prostate so that his back arches helplessly, until they’re both moaning into the gags in their mouths and wriggling in place, wound tighter and tighter and whimpering pleas. They try, oh they try, to help each other, to rock against the ropes in the right tempo.
But Sherlock and Irene smile as they play their captives’ bodies like musicians. Smooth hands, hard fingers, soft hair brush over their subs’ shoulders and faces while they disrupt the sounds and rhythms of their instruments at their whim.
And one more. ^_^
What a wonderfully productive evening.
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