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“W-what's... wrong, Alpha?” Sherlock blinked when John paused.
“Shh!" John shushed him as he reached over to the table.
Sherlock groaned as John held up two options and pointed to a third.
Sherlock did not want to use any of the items on offer. All hindered what was natural to him and he knew John knew this. Still, he had to choose.
“It’s your fault this is even an issue!” Sherlock pouted.
“I don’t deny it.” John shrugged nonchalantly, “Nonetheless, while we’re here, the issue remains. Now choose.”
Sherlock quickly weighed his options and chose.
“You sure?” John asked, “You know what happened the last time.”
“You wait until the situation is desperate to force such a choice! This is chaos, Alpha!” Sherlock whined.
John grinned, “Awww, you poor omega.”
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“He did not bite the pillow.” Mummy commented when Sherlock and John entered the kitchen at breakfast. “Well rode, Alpha.”
“Nor was a scarf used,” Greg saluted. “Good job.”
“John used the gag ball. It leaves those welts on Sherlock face every time.” Mycroft smirked over his teacup. “Definitely, well rode.”
Sherlock groused. “Et tu Brute?”
“Ta, Violet, Greg, Mycroft.” John did not even try to pretend he was not proud of himself.
“If you didn’t scream whenever your alpha rides you hard, he wouldn’t need to muzzle you, little brother.”