Prompt:
John played the clarinet in his youth. Clarinettists have strong, flexible tongues. It's not all about blowing you know. Sherlock plays the violin. Violinists' have strong and nimble fingers.
"John?" Sherlock asked his breathing increasing. John had sprung onto Sherlock the second he had shut the flat's door. He pushed Sherlock against the wall, and smiled.
"Where were you? You didn't answer your phone or leave a note." John placed his hands on Sherlock's hips and pushed them firmly against the wall, not letting him move.
"The morgue. Molly had said she had fresh human eyes, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding as there were in-" John pressed his lips roughly against Sherlock's as Sherlock tried to continue what he was saying. "Shut up and let me kiss you." John exclaimed and pressed his lips more gently against Sherlock's lips, before taking off Sherlock's coat and scarf. He throws them onto the sofa, and then slides his hands into Sherlock's dark curly hair. Sherlock slides his hands up the back of John's shirt and pulls him closer as John slips his tongue into Sherlock's mouth, pulling hard and strong, twisting his tongue around Sherlock's as Sherlock gasps into John's mouth.
"Clarinettists have strong tongues Sherlock." John whispered to Sherlock. Sherlock smiled as John pulled him in for another kiss. Sherlock slipped his hands back up the inside of John's shirt, running his long fingers over all of the John's lower neck, shoulders and back, as he found the pressure points. He worked his way down, working methodically down the pressure points in the lower neck, shoulder blades, and then working down John's back. John gasped and moaned into Sherlock's mouth, dragging his teeth along Sherlock's tongue.
"H-how do y-you know?" John mumbled into Sherlock's mouth between gasps.
"Read your medical textbooks one night when you were asleep. I have long, nimble and strong fingers, most violinists do. It's easy to get the pressure spot on." Sherlock grinned cheekily and worked gently; focused on the pressure points on John's scarred shoulder. John gasped and rested his forehead against Sherlock's shoulder, then moving down slightly to kiss the spot in his chest above his heart before pressing their lips gently together once more as Sherlock slides his hands back out from under John's shirt and strokes John's cheek with one hand, and holding John's hand with the other.
"Dinner at Angelo's?" Sherlock smiled at John, his grey eyes sparkling.
"Sure." John muttered, still catching his breath as he throws Sherlock his coat and scarf and John takes his coat off the back on the door before holding his hand out for Sherlock to take.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes John?"
"I love you." Sherlock chuckled and he stepped down a step to be perfect height with John, before he cupped his cheek and gently kissed John.
"I love you too my doctor."
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