Sherlock was sitting on the living room floor, with his legs crossed and his hands pressed together below his face, in his thinking position.
John, on the other hand, was in front of his laptop, sitting on a chair, on the desk. He was updating his blog. Sherlock was not very fond of this habit of John since he'd found out John had written about Sherlock's lack of astronomy knowledge, but John kept updating it.
John wasn't paying as much attention to his laptop as usual, as he would constantly stop blogging to check on Sherlock. Sherlock kept his thinking pose straight, his severe expression, to avoid John from thinking he was feeling the same weakness as him, although, of course, he was. He couldn't stop thinking about John. He wanted him and he knew John wanted him too.
Sherlock tried to focus on his case, but it was impossible. Still, he wanted John to make the first move.
John didn't take long to take the chance. As if he was reading Sherlock's thoughts, he moved to the armchair, along with his laptop. This caught Sherlock's eye, and he sat in the sat in the armchair next to John's, and they both pretended to pay attention to the telly.
Sherlock couldn't take more of that. He needed John more than anything.
"John, may we watch something else?"
He didn't let John answer. He threw his hands to John's shoulders for support and kissed him passionately, moaning into the kiss. John answered eagerly, they were both hungry for that moment.
They were doing that between armchairs, so it didn't take long for them to fall on the floor, still holding eachother.
"Play with my hair".
John obeyed, playing with his right hand, as he was using his left to undress Sherlock. He started to take off Sherlock's coat and shirt, between soft moans. He liked what he was seeing.
Sherlock moaned hungrily as John pressed his hand on his abs.
"Take me, John, I beg of you".
But John kept foreplaying for a little more, and started biting Sherlock's cheek. He went lower and kissed his neck, knowing how Sherlock was being teased. This made John twitch a bit as he felt waves of pleasure running through his body.
"But why, Sherly? Don't you like what I'm doing to you?"
He unzipped Sherlock's pants and then his own. He laid down on Sherlock. Their lengths were rubbing softly as they hugged eachother, cuddling the hair of one another.
"John, please, John…"
John couldn't take any more of that either. He got up on his feet and undressed his underwear, revealing what used to be a big bulge on his pants.
He turned Sherlock around and undressed his boxers too, and then stood on all-four on top of him.
He went inside of Sherlock and thrusted a couple of times, slowly but smartly, trying to find the perfect spot. Sherlock bit his hand, trying to swallow a moan.
Finally, John thrusted confidently, and Sherlock screamed his name out loud.
"John, you really know what you're doing".
He had found the perfect spot. He thrusted a couple of times, and then, as their bodies were already begging for release, John came out of him.
"Oh, John, I love you".
John played with Sherlock's hair and nibbled on his ear, whispering softly:
"Love you too, Sherly".
They stood there on the floor, hugging each other, and then, all of a sudden, the door opened. Mrs. Hudson was home.
"Do you want me to make some… oh! I'll just leave you two. I'll see you when you're dressed".
They stood there for a couple of minutes, enjoying the moment, and then laughed and dressed themselves.