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Sherlock's redemption
John, I'm on my way home -SH
John Watson was sitting in apartment 221b when his phone received a strange and shocking text. Sherlock was dead, he saw him die, how?
Where are you? I'm coming to get you -JW
no, I'm almost home. John I'm so sorry I left. - SH
No, tell me where you are . -JW
It's getting dark out Sherlock just bloody tell me where you are. -JW
John was becoming frantic, hoping so desperately that this wasn't some evil prank. Please, dear god, let this be real. Let him come home.
Come get me John. I'm at the door. -SH
John ran to the door, threw it open, raced down the stairs to the street and there. There he stood. Still holding his phone, in his jacket and scarf, still so perfect.
"I'm so sorry, John" is all Sherlock could muster before a tear rolled down his perfectly shaped face.
"God, you're here." John buried his face in sherlock's coat, laughing and crying. John turned up to look at Sherlock, knowing that people were watching them on the street.
"Never do that again."
"I won't. I love you too much, doctor." Sherlock's lips gently touched John's, but soon fought for more. Without even realising it, they were back in the room, John sitting on the couch and Sherlock knelt in front of him.
"I want to show you how much I missed you." Sherlock nipped at John's ear. "How much I love you." He nipped at John's neck. "How much I yearned for you since the day we met."
Sherlock unzipped johns trousers, freeing the already hardening cock. He swirled his tongue around it, savouring John's pulse, his life, and now his sex. Head bobbing faster and faster, John's fingers were dinning into the couch, Sherlock, anything to keep him grounded. His climax was faster than anticipated, but oh so worth it. Sherlock's face was level with John's now, a little bit of cum still on his lips.
"Now show me how you feel." Sherlock purred seductively. His lips were parted slightly in a mischievous smile. "I know how much you want to." John glanced at his limp length and sherlock's pressing against his pants.
"Just let me..., taste it." John fell onto Sherlock, kissing him as they fell onto the floor, hands all over each other, yearning for more. "I love you, Sherlock. And I will show you just how much I've been wanting you." John drifted down, hands caressing the bulge in sherlock's jeans. He moaned, and John smiled.
He freed the member, hands starting painstakingly slow, then began with his mouth, bobbing up and down, her swelling with the emotions from sherlock's deep, sexy moans. John may have even been enjoying this more than Sherlock.
"John, oh, yes, yes John, please, don't tease me." Sherlock was gripping the leg of a chair, stroking johns luscious locks as well. Sherlock's hips bucked with pleasure, moans and screams mingling in the scent of sex within the small apartment. He climaxed so so hard and John was willing and eager to lick it. He laid on top of Sherlock, a bit of his juices still on the tip of his nose. Sherlock kissed him and licked johns nose.
"Welcome home, you naughty detective." Johns hands stroked sherlock's sweaty, beautiful body one more time. They both fell asleep,from the exhaustion and emotion of the day, and slept there the rest of the night.