Bored- Definitely NOT Bored
"You're still hard. Let's take care of that, shall we?"
The promise of pleasure felt more like a threat to John, the detective's sly smile making him feel like he was going to get recompense for dragging out Sherlock's orgasm. He swallowed past the tight lump in his throat and closed his eyes timidly as Sherlock leaned in and pressed their lips together. John's lips, which were already swollen and sensitive, instantly reacted to the contact. He moaned softly and deepened the kiss, desperate for more. More of Sherlock. He wanted to drink him, completely engulf him. But John knew that that was not possible so he would settle for this. Just this. This was fine.
Though his body demanded more physical needs at the moment, wanting Sherlock's body for all it was worth. He could feel his member throbbing painfully underneath his boxers and pre-cum wetting where the head made contact with the material. He moaned loudly into Sherlock's mouth when the man pressed his hand squarely onto his erection, making it twitch excitedly. Sherlock smiled through their kiss and leaned back, letting them both catch up on their breathing. They were both breathless and John could see Sherlock starting to get hard again.
"Already? You just came not one minute ago…" John said blatantly.
Sherlock didn't reply, only reached for John's boxers, wanting to remove the needless cloth from his built frame. John, wanting the restricting material off as well, leaned on his back and lifted his hips up to slip it off. When they were off, John's member immediately sprung out. It was flush with blood flowing through the veins that were evident on his cock and it was almost visibly throbbing.
"Oh, God…" John moaned. He needed release and he needed it now, before he became completely unwound. Sherlock's long, pale hands rubbed their way up John's thighs, making the sandy-haired man squirm beneath his touch. "For Christ's sake Sherlock, please…" Even though he didn't actually ask for it, they both knew what John wanted.
"Please what, John?" Sherlock said as he reached into the bedside table drawer. John only groaned in frustration at his being shy at the worst of times. Sherlock pulled out a bottle of lubrication, opened it, and squirted some into his hands.
"Please, Sherlock…" John begged.
Sherlock smiled and abruptly grabbed John's throbbing erection in his lube-coated hands. He moved his hands up and down John's length, coating his member in lube and making John moan and squirm beneath his touch.
"Ah, God, Sherlock…" John moaned. "Please… Oh, God…"
The sleuth could tell the doctor was getting close and suddenly stopped his movements and leaned back onto his back, spreading his legs as well.
"John…" Sherlock said in a sing-song tone.
John opened his eyes and looked up to see the man's legs spread wide and smiling suggestively at him. John smiled as well and moved forward, his erection moving painfully around with him. He hovered over Sherlock, his arms on either side of the man's head and his own hard member touching the entrance of his lover's hole. John shivered at the contact and let his imagination run wild for a minute of what he could do to the detective to ravish him to find a solution to his own lustful needs.
"Oh, fuck, Sherlock…" John moaned loudly. He hadn't meant to say anything out loud, lest he give away that he was thinking of wanton actions to do to the man. But Sherlock either didn't deduce the words at the moment or just didn't care what caused them.
"Yes, John. Fuck me." Sherlock growled. That was all it took for John to stop fantasizing and take action to fulfill those fantasies. He pushed forward and drove his hard member deep into Sherlock, making their breath hitch in their throat. John filled Sherlock beautifully, just the right length and width for Sherlock's arse and they both knew it. They were made for each other and they relished the fact as John began to pull back out slowly. His head was dipped down and his breath was coming fast on Sherlock's chest. The dark-haired man was making small gasps and sighs of pleasure as John drove back in, faster than the first time.
John needed release, he knew, and he needed it now. He felt that if he didn't get it soon, he would implode, the exertion of delayed release too much for his heart to handle. It wouldn't be a terrible way to go out, though.
The sandy-haired man chuckled once and ignored Sherlock's quizzical look as he began to move in and out of him at a pace that suited him. Not fast, yet, but definitely not slow. He could feel the heat and friction of Sherlock's muscles inside tight around his cock and could feel his moans vibrate through his whole body. His legs burning with the effort of pounding into Sherlock, John felt his body tiring, betraying him when he desperately needed absolution.
John picked up the pace and changed his position a bit to rest some of the muscles that had been working the previous time. When he moved, moving down a bit, and thrusted in again he heard Sherlock gasp loudly. He had found the sweet spot and it was evident in the way that the man's cock twitched when he thrusted in again. John smiled and prepared himself for the friction, heat, and tightness he would no doubt meet if he continued to plunge his length into Sherlock's sensitive gland.
John rocked his hips hard into Sherlock, making them moan and yell unintelligible words aloud, both feeling a familiar heat build low in the stomachs. He pounded into the man underneath him and swore loudly when he felt he wasn't getting enough. Not enough heat, not enough movement, not enough Sherlock. He needed more, always more, and he suddenly pushed into Sherlock fully and flipped them over. The taller man was now sitting on John as he thrusted his hips up violently into Sherlock, the bed rocking and groaning beneath them.
John was thrusting hard into the man on top of him as Sherlock bounced and grinded on John, hitting the sensitive spot inside him every time.
"Ahh! John! John!" Sherlock yelled. "Fuck! Ah, john! Please, oh, God, please!"
John roughly grabbed Sherlock's hips and tightly dug his fingers into the man's flesh, no doubt leaving marks where his nails pierced the skin. He quickly and vigorously drove his member into Sherlock pale arse and could feel himself tightening, as well as Sherlock clenching down hard on him. Sherlock howled loudly as he came, hard and fast, and clenched down on John, almost inhumanly so, and threw him over the edge as well. John came into Sherlock, filling him with hot, milky seed.
Once they were done, they laid there, panting and sweating.
John was the first to speak. "…Still…. bored?" he said between pants.
Sherlock gave an exhausted smile and shook his head slowly. "Definitely not bored." He said in one breath. John smiled as well and moved his hips a little to let Sherlock know he needed to get off before he got hard again. Sherlock complied and collapsed onto the bed next to John, the post-coital bliss taking over his body quickly.
"All right?" John asked, starting to get his breath back.
Sherlock, whose eyes were closed now, nodded and threw his arm over John's chest. He pulled him closer and pushed his face into the crook of the shorter man's neck. The contact made John's blood buzz and his neck tingle, but he stayed where he was, enjoying his own post-coital haze.
A few minutes passes before he noticed Sherlock's breathing was at a constant, slow rhythm, letting him know the man was asleep. John sighed and closed his eyes. And, for this moment, John could tell Sherlock had definitely NOT been bored.