A/N
Just a quick one, enjoy! Pure sex ;)
- Your friendly neighbourhood queer xx
P.S, reviews are appreciated!
Happy Birthday
I slam him into the wall. Grabbing a fistful of raven curls, I tug Sherlock's head back, exposed the pale flesh of his neck. A red flush is rising up from under his collar and he is panting in the sexiest way I have ever heard. As I attack his throat, I feel his crotch twitch against mine. Ripping my shirt from out of my trousers, he slides his hands up my back and pulls me closer. I involuntarily begin to rock my pelvis into his and harden at the sound of his guttural moan. In a second, my shirt is off and I am unbuttoning his.
"Jesus Christ, John," He moans into my ear as I unbuckle his belt and slide my hand down the front of his underwear, "Enough with the teasing."
I smile at him as he drops his trousers. Slower now, I kiss him on the mouth. Our tongues fight a hot battle before I drag mine across his jaw and under his chin.
"John..." He breathes.
I continue my journey, kissing his collarbones. God, his chest is so sexy. I tug at his nipple with my teeth before falling to my knees. I grab his throbbing erection roughly, rubbing my hand up and down the shaft. Sherlock is sweating, and moaning incomprehensibly. I lean forward and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. Sherlock's hips jerk forwards. I take the whole thing into my mouth slowly, precum and saliva making it easy despite the size. I move my head back, dragging my teeth along his shaft and he cries out. His hands find the back of my head as mine grasp his firm arse cheeks. I begin to hum "happy birthday" and Sherlock's head rolls back in delirium, his eyes squeezed shut. He thrusts and sighs as I deepthroat him to this rhythm, and I know he is getting close. With one final push he explodes.
The taste if him fills my mouth. I swallow, but continue to lick as he shakes and bucks, whimpering. He slides down the wall collapsing in an exhausted, but happy pile with me. We curl around each other on the floor, interlocked, and I press my hot mouth against his.
"Happy Birthday, Sherlock," I murmur into the kiss, and feel his contented smile in return.