(Just a quick heads up you guys, I'm just a kid with access to the internet. I watch too much tv and am in no way attempting to breech copyright grounds blah blah blah. The title is incredibly cliché which I do apologise for but I simply couldn't think of anything else. This is my first fanfic, it's super short I get that but I just wanted to give it a shot before diving into a really long story with several chapters and whatnot. Constructive criticism is pretty much heavily encouraged. - D.)
John was exhausted as he absent mindedly poured the cup of coffee into his bowl of cornflakes. Memories of the night before loomed over his head, his conscience ridden with guilt, regret, and pleasure. Even now, in his sleep deprived state, just thinking about it made him stiffen slightly. The thought of Sherlock pressing into him, pulling at his hair...
He slapped himself across the cheek. It was a feeble slap, but was enough to push the thoughts of the night before to the back of his mind.
"There's coffee in your cornflakes, John." Sherlock was stood behind his lover, his breath tickling the hairs on his neck.
A shiver ran down John's spine, a groan caught at the back of his throat. He was weak, vulnerable as could be. Sherlock's tongue flicked delicately at the flesh of John's neck, his arms coiling round his waist, pulling him closer to his form.
"I promise I'll be gentle..." Sherlock spun the chair round and sunk to his knees automatically. The bulge in John's boxer shorts was slowly extending, pushing against the flimsy fabric.
Teasing him with his fingertips, Sherlock's lips pressed against the tip of John's member, his tongue working slowly as he slid him carefully into his mouth. Leaning back in his chair, John gasped before letting out an exasperated moan. He hated letting Sherlock do this but it gave him the guilty pleasure he so yearned for everyday.
Sherlock's gentle caressing carried on for what seemed like an eternity, but when his ejaculate squirted into his mouth, a sense of relief flooded through John in waves. He barely noticed anything that had happened over the past couple of months, all he remembered were his night long escapades with Sherlock. It felt so wrong, but he sure as hell didn't want him to stop.
He grabbed Sherlock by his hair and pulled him upwards, pressing their lips firmly against each other.