When Lestrade arrived at Baker Street Sherlock was already in his dressing gown, playing his violin, just drawing notes from it without any sort of sequence to them. Upon entering the living room, Sherlock just shot him a glance from the corner of his eyes at which Lestrade smiled fondly. He knew his husband wasn't confident in expressing sentiment and the fact that he had even glanced at him, made him smile. Often his husband would just ignore him, not knowing what to say or do, even after all these years.
Lestrade shrugged out of his coat, throwing it over the back of what used to be Johns chair and walked over to his husband. Studying the man for tiny signs that he would be welcome to show affection, he smiled as Sherlock glanced at him once more. Recognizing the sign for what it was, he wrapped his arms around his husbands waist. Nuzzling his nose in Sherlock's hair, he breathed in deeply, loving the smell of apple shampoo and Sherlock's unique scent.
"You told them." Sherlock said after a few minutes, for once stating the obvious, while changing the tune he was playing to something softer and more rhythmical. Lestrade just hummed as he started placing soft kisses on Sherlock's neck. Sherlock stopped playing and tilted his head to give Lestrade better access. They stood there for a while like that, Lestrade hugging his husband from behind, nuzzling and kissing his neck, while Sherlock occasionally had to remind himself to keep a better grip on his violin so he wouldn't drop it.
Reluctantly Sherlock stepped away from his husband, placing the violin in it's case before turning around to step back into Lestrade's arms. Slipping his own arms around the slightly shorter man he pecked him on the lips softly. "You know, the lease of your apartment is almost over." Lestrade hummed again, looking curiously at his husband. Sherlock tried to pull away when Lestrade didn't answer, but the Detective Inspector wouldn't let him. "It is." Lestrade encouraged him, already knowing where the other man was going with this, but needing him to say it anyway. While Sherlock was trying to find a way to say what he wanted to say, Lestrade went back to nuzzling and nipping his throat.
"And well, John has moved out again." Lestrade nodded to indicate he had heard him, trailing his fingers up to the others collar to unbutton the two top buttons so he could have better access. Sherlock moaned at a particularly harsh nip, he always loved the rougher treatment when his husband was in the mood. Blinking through the arousal it caused he tried to get his mind back on track. Lestrade was the only one who could derail his thoughts, even after six years of marriage and two years dating before that.
"So I need a new flatmate to pay the rent with." Lestrade's answering smile was hidden in Sherlock's neck, but the curly haired man sensed it anyway and his heart jumped a little at the joy it caused him. Encouraged by it, but still doubtful he continued on. "And you know how I said a couple of years ago I needed my space, no matter how much I loved you?" Lestrade nodded and answered verbally this time, to encourage his husband and to take away his doubts. "I needed it as much as you Sherlock, after all the years I had spend living alone I wouldn't have been easy to live with. And I didn't want there to be anything to jeopardize our marriage." Sherlock started to doubt again, before he picked up on the fact that his husband had spoken in past tense. "Needed?" he asked hopefully. "So you wouldn't be adverse to moving in?"
Lestrade stepped back so he could look into Sherlock's eyes. "I would like nothing better, Sunshine."
Rewarded with a big smile Lestrade swooped in to kiss his husband breathless. They stumbled over to the couch where Lestrade proceeded to push of the dressing gown and continued to unbutton the white shirt Sherlock was wearing underneath. Feeling Sherlock's arousal against his thigh, Lestrade's blood redirected immediately to his own. "Greg.." Sherlock moaned out, impatiently, when Lestrade teasingly rubbed his husband over the fabric of his fancy trousers. Lestrade grinned and made quick work of getting rid of Sherlock's trousers and pants. At this moment Lestrade was more grateful than ever that his husband disliked wearing shoes or socks in the apartment, so he could take the items of clothing off unhindered by them. As soon as he had gotten Sherlock naked, he sank down onto his knees on the floor while pushing Sherlock so he was sitting upright with his legs on either side of Lestrade. Sherlock's pupils dilated and his hands grabbed onto fabric of the couch for something to hold onto, while Lestrade swallowed his erection down his throat in one go. He gagged a bit, still not able to take his husband down in one go, but Sherlock didn't mind. Anything but actually, he loved seeing Lestrade on his knees for him, and Lestrade loved being able to make his husband loose control like this.
Lestrade gripped onto the left thigh of his husband while his other hand toyed with Sherlock's entrance. Dipping in with his pointer finger, Sherlock groaned and tried to push back onto it. But Lestrade grinned around his erection, and removed his fingers.
"Greg!" Sherlock whined when Lestrade also removed his mouth. Smirking Lestrade stood up and left in lieu for the bedroom, loosing his clothes as he went, Sherlock not far behind him.
Sitting onto the bed, as naked as Sherlock was, he pulled his husband to him by grabbing his arse by both cheeks. Sherlock groaned and moved closer to the DI, he grabbed onto the short silver hairs of his husband, when Lestrade took his erection back into his mouth. Luckily he had sat down close to the bedside table, so he could reach it's drawer, with his left hand straining a bit, he pulled the bottle of lube out. Still bobbing his head, he opened the cap, and clumsily lubed his fingers up. Lestrade tossed the bottle back in the drawer, and grabbed Sherlock's arse cheek with his dry hand, making room for his lubed fingers to toy once again with Sherlock's entrance.
Groaning Sherlock tossed his head back as Lestrade pushed one of his fingers in. The silver-haired man wiggled his finger around until he was able to push another one in to stretch Sherlock properly. Sherlock gripped his hair tighter and it went straight to Lestrade's cock. He loved the rough treatment almost as much as Sherlock did. Releasing Sherlock's cock, he bent a bit forward to nuzzle the others balls before taking one into his mouth. Scissoring his fingers, he quickly worked in a third, while Sherlock was moaning almost constantly now. Lestrade smirked and released the testicle and his fingers from Sherlock's body.
Scooting back up the bed, until he was sitting against the headboard, Lestrade lifted an eyebrow at Sherlock still standing at the bedside. "You just gonna stand there then?" Lestrade asked, fisting his cock with his lubed hand. Sherlock's eyes drifted down towards the motion of Lestrade's hand and moaned, fisting his own cock. "I might." he answered, looking back up to Lestrade's face, before flicking his eyes down to his cock again.
"Pity. I'll have to finish of on my own then." Lestrade answered with a smile, before closing his eyes and fisting his cock a bit faster. He smirked when he felt Sherlock straddling him, and held his cock firm so Sherlock could slide down over him. Lestrade moaned at the feeling of Sherlock's hot, tight channel gripping him exquisitely. Rolling his hips he thrust up into Sherlock who moaned in response and ducked down to kiss Lestrade.
Grabbing Sherlocks hips, Lestrade helped his husband ride him, while imitating the motion of his hips with his tongue in Sherlocks mouth. Groaning when Sherlock strangled his fingers into his silver hair again, Lestrade moved his mouth down to the younger man"s neck. Biting and sucking at the pale skin he moved his right hand down to the other man's cock to pull in time with the movements of their hips. It was still a bit slick from the fingering of Sherlocks arse before, and it gave just the right amount of friction against Sherlocks cock.
Sherlocks hips started to falter, teetering on the edge of a marvellous orgasm when Lestrade flipped them over. Sherlock swore when the motion dislodged Lestrade's cock from his arse, effectively cutting of his climax. Sherlock glared at the DI, who smirked a bit before entering Sherlock once again with a particularly harsh trust from his hips. Sherlock put his hands behind him, against the headboard to avoid being shoved into it. He loved it when Lestrade got this rough.
Now able to trust harder then before, Lestrade quickly made work of getting Sherlock to that edge again, grabbing his husbands hips to fuck him even rougher. Sherlock groaned as his cock was squished exquisitely between their now slick bellies, slick from Sherlocks precome, their sweat and the leftover lube from Lestrade's hands.
This time it was Lestrade's hips that faltered before a particularly harsh trust made his husband scream his name in climax. Feeling Sherlocks walls gripping him even tighter, he fell over the edge himself, moaning out the younger ones name as he spilled inside his husband.
Collapsing onto his husband, he snuggled his face into the others neck worrying a bit at the bruise that was forming there.
"Stop that Greg." Sherlock mumbled, pushing a bit at his husband. Lestrade just smiled and nipped at the bruise once more, before rolling off of his husband, wincing at the squelch of his cock leaving the others arse. Knowing that the other didn't like the mess after the sex was over, he got up to the adjoining bathroom to get a wet flannel. Cleaning himself and his husband off, he threw the flannel over to where his clothes were lying approximately. Sherlock sighed a happy sigh as Lestrade spooned up to his back, snuggling back into the arms of his husband he fell asleep.
Lestrade kissed the other softly on the hair before falling asleep himself.