'Please, Sherlock, please!'

'Please what?'

John was gasping. 'I'll – I'll do anything, but please.'

Sherlock stopped pumping John's length, and looked at the army doctor in mock confusion, 'Please what?'

John shook his head: he wasn't going to ask, he wasn't going to beg.

'Oh, please Sherlock!' John voice was straining. Sherlock had been teasing his penis for the past hour, lightly pumping, softly kissing, but never bringing it anywhere near enough to its climax.

'Please!' Sweat was now running down his face, 'I'll do anything.'

'Anything?' Sherlock asked, leaning down again, and kissing John's length, 'Is that so?'

The light kiss felt both heavenly and hellish, why did his flatmate have to tease him so? John cried out, 'Ohh … Sh-Sherlock, please, I'm begging you!'

Sherlock planted another soft kiss on its tip, John's eyes snapped shut, his head dug even further into the pillow, and his back arched. It felt almost like torture, and John's pride gave way.

'F-Fuck me!'

Sherlock grinned, 'Hmm… ' He crawled across to John. He stroked John face, hot and sweat. He paused.

He then swung his leg over, and lifted John's hips so they were directly in line with Sherlock's still covered penis. 'So you're telling me you want this? You'd like this in you?'

'Yes, yes.' John nodded, he just wanted the torture to end, and the real pleasure to start.

Sherlock grew rigid, and he unbuttoned the underwear. Seconds ticked by.

John suddenly sat up, almost knocking Sherlock off balance, and undid the buttons for Sherlock, quick as a flash.

Sherlock smirked, pushed John back down, and paused, '… Are we ready?' He teased.

Then it began, Sherlock entered John slowly, causing John to let out a long, drawn out groan. Sherlock did the same over and over until he was sure John'd be able to take it at full speed.

'Sherlock?' John gasped, putting his hand up, 'Sherlock more.'

That was the sign he'd been waiting for, Sherlock smirked, slyly and continued at a faster rate until both him and John were crying out each other's name at loudly. 'John, John I love you.'

'Sherlock.'

Soon both were about to reach their climax, and both spilled onto the covers and sheets that surrounded them.

Together they gasped. John looked hard at Sherlock, Sherlock looked back, frowning. What did he want? More? Then suddenly, John sat up, this time knocking Sherlock backwards onto the bed, and pinned him down, placing kiss upon kiss on the detective's neck.

Sherlock stroked his lover's hair, and held him tightly to his neck, 'I love you, John. Promise me,' he cupped John face, holding it close to his, 'Promise me you'll be mine forever.'

To which John replied by returning to his neck, and kissing it even more rapidly than before.