Merry Christmas. Have some porn *runs away*
Brandy and Holly – Sherlock and John want Greg to spend the night with them.
teaser below the cut
It was late Christmas Eve. Molly and Mrs. Hudson had gone a while ago, leaving John, Greg and Sherlock to polish off the Christmas brandy. Greg was smiling at the two of them in their chairs. “Still can’t hold your liquor. John, you’ll ruin the reputation of the Army.”
“Can’t help it,” John giggled. “Sherlock’s fault.” He gave the detective a grin. Sherlock’s eyes went dark. In response to the silent signal, John climbed into his lap and snogged him.
Greg coughed. “Well, I’ll be going then.”
John reached out and snagged his sleeve. “Stay.”
“Are you sure? I mean…” Greg hesitated, looking at the pair.
Rolling his eyes, Sherlock yanked Greg into his lap, barely giving John a moment to vacate. “Sher-!” Greg’s weak protest was cut off by the detective’s tongue in his mouth. For a moment Greg froze, but then he took control, nipping Sherlock’s lip, tangling a hand in his hair. John licked his lips appreciatively as he watched, adjusting his trousers.
Sherlock looked up and met John’s eyes. John kissed Greg’s neck. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he purred, biting Greg’s ear.