Not mine belongs to the estate of the great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the bbc
Just a small drabble from my fevered mind :) unbetaed
SHerlock Holmes and John Watson had just solved the mystery and after a near death experience were heading looks between the two were getting hotter and more sultry by the second.
The rain lashed down on the pair as they made their way though the dark London streets. No passerby would tell but the lust simmering between the pair was almost overflowing. They both knew that neither could hold back much longer. Eventually arriving at their 221b they wasted no time unlocking doors and running upstairs.
Clothes fell to the floor and hands grabbed whatever flesh they could reach. Air grew hot and gasps echoed through the room.
Hands slick with pre-come sliding along hard cocks causing the pair to cry out.
John on his knees legs spread pushing his ass back on the fingers scissoring inside him gasping and moaning.
Sherlock oh so slowly entering the tight ass of his lover causing sparks to fly up both their spines as he brushed the prostate.
Faster and harder they moved crying out their pleasure, Reaffirming their love.
JOHN!
SHERLOCK!
Crying out their releases they collapsed onto eachother.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes John"
"Next time lets try to make it to the bedroom this floors hard!"
"Race you."
Giggling the pair ran to the bedroom for round 2.