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~ Day 1 Anal Sex
John was already 3 shots in when Lestrade spotted him at the bar and sat on the stool next to him.
"You started without me mate."
"I needed it."
Lestrade grinned and ordered a drink while John ordered another shot.
"What's wrong? Sherlock wearing you out?" Lestrade took a sip of his drink.
"I'm exhausted Greg." John down his fourth shot and gestured for another one.
The grey detective raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"John, if you don't want to go on cases anymore, you should let him know."
"It's not the cases." John down his fifth shot.
"No?"
"No. It's the sex."
Lestrade was glad he didn't take another sip or else he'd be choking on his drink.
"What?"
"I don't know what I've created, ever since we've started having sex, he's been insatiable. I think I turned him into a nymphomaniac."
The bed was in motion, creaking, and the mattress was being stressed due to the current occupants activity. Sherlock was on his back, legs thrown over John's shoulders as they rocked together, the dirty blond inside the brunette, thrusting at a pace that was building up. The detective gripped at the sheets, the mounting pleasure from each thrust shaking him, forcing him to produce wanton sounds.
"Faster John." He whispered desperately.
The dirty blond over him followed, going faster,
"Want it deeper?" panted the short man
"Oh yes! Please?!" Sherlock shouted, being caught off guard by the fast and deep thrust.
"Want it harder?!" The thrusting increasing in pace, John's hips moving quickly, in and out.
"Ah! Yes!"
With a thin sheet of sweat on their skin, their climaxes were just around the corner. Both men on the bed, late at night, with only the single illumination of a small lamp on the side table, were nearing completion. Sounds of moans, groans, lustful panting and cries of desire surrounding the room, giving the feeling of being enclosed in a small space, just the two of them, reaching for one goal, orgasm.
"Oh God, John. I'm so close, so fucking close, I can't la-Ah!" Sherlock cried out when John grabbed his erection, pumping him furiously, making the dirty blond squirt his semen in thick milky globs on his pale cream torso.
"Mmm, oh Sherlock!" John came after, feeling the brunette clenched around his cock, tight and hot, pushing him over the edge of built up pleasure. The exertion of this activity had John throw Sherlock's legs off his shoulders and collapse half on the detective's chest and half on the bed, both of them regaining their breath, arms wrapping around each other, indulging in the high of post-orgasm.
"John?" the brunette breathed out
"Yeah?" the dirty blond replied, out of breath
"I have a confession, and please, don't be offended?"
"You can confess every sin in the world and I wouldn't care for it right now."
"Hm." Sherlock smirked, cuddling closer to John.
The doctor doing the same, placing a kiss on top of the dark brown curly haired head.
"Go on."
"As much as I love you, and I do, I love having sex you a bit more."
"Ah ha! The truth comes out, you love my cock more than me, and all this time I thought you loved me for my personality."
"Oh God." Sherlock rolled his eyes at John's sarcastic tone.
"It's like a bad soap opera, two lovers of questionably fated compatibility, one man's love tested by stiff competition of one predominate erection while the other man is just infatuated with said erection's capabilities. The Detective, The Doctor and the Cock In-between, a fantastic show, with ratings that would be off the charts."
Sherlock smiled, giggling with John joining him although after a while the giggles died down, the room comfortably quiet.
"In all seriousness, I do love you and I do love the sex we have, your cock is just an astounding instrument of pleasure."
Author's Note: I've taken up the OTP 30 day Porn Challenge, get ready for some steamy as fuck stuff, it's great practice. Review if you want.