Sherlock got up and pulled on John's hand to tell him to get up. "Come on John, let's go the bedroom." cried Sherlock. He wanted to get John into bed but not here, seeing that they have Mrs. Hudson to worry about. "John, I'd love to fuck you right here on this couch but do you really want Mrs. Hudson to walk in on me with your dick in my ass?" Sherlock warned. John had to sit back when Sherlock finished because he couldn't believe that Sherlock was worried about getting caught and that he'd just agreed to fuck him. A baffled John replied, "Well, no I-I don't think so.." and was yanked to his feet and picked up to be carried bridal style to his bedroom.
Sherlock couldn't have moved any faster, stripping away all the materials restricting him from touching John's lovely body. He got on top of John and nipped at his neck and ears; slowly Sherlock reached his hand under John's shirt only to have his hand slapped away. Sherlock sat up, grinding into John's groin, and pouted. A moan escaped his lips and had him grasping for something to keep his mind off of Sherlock. He finally found a grip on Sherlock's hips and grinned wickedly as he flipped Sherlock over so he mounted him. John threw his shirt off and undid his trousers, tossing that to the side, only leaving his green plaid boxers on. "John, aren't those mine?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. John nodded and pulled them off at last revealing his length to Sherlock. For a small man John made up for it with his cock. Sherlock stared at its beauty and size. "Is that supposed to go in me?" he thought to himself. He swore if he wasn't hard already, he would be now.
John got up and sauntered over to his drawers to find his stash of toys and lube (what? He got lonely). He grabbed the lube, making a mental note to get rid of the toys because he wouldn't be needing them with Sherlock around, and walked back to the bed. Sherlock was on his stomach now and had his bum in the air, legs spread, waiting patiently for John to come back. He tapped Sherlock lightly on the bum and got behind him, rubbing his hard on with lube and with his other hand, he slowly entered a finger into Sherlock, which earned him a harsh gasp and moan from Sherlock. He tightened up from the feeling but quickly relaxed. John's fingers did seem thicker than the last person he'd done. Sherlock somehow knew that John would be the last guy he would ever fuck.
John inserted another finger and another and another until he was practically fisting Sherlock. He pulled his hand out of his ass with a pop and stared in awe at the gaping hole in front of him. "Are you ready Sherlock?" cautiously John made his way to his entrance before pausing with his tip hovering dangerously close to it. "Do it Watson!" Sherlock pushed backward and John's dick slipped right in with ease. Both men let out a harsh gasp. Sherlock felt full and the feeling of him, his man, in him would've sent him over the edge if John hadn't moved. Pleasure washed over the both of them and John bucked his hips into Sherlock. "Oh fuck John!" the consulting detective called out in pleasure at the force of each thrust. John's pace quickened and his grip on Sherlock's hips had started to leave bruises on him. Sherlock met John's every thrust and clawed at the bed sheets, the headboard, pillows, anything he could get his hands on. All of his fantasies could never add to the amount of pleasure racing through him. With a few more thrusts each hitting his prostate, he finally came. He released his load onto the bed sheets and his chest. John tensed up when he felt Sherlock tighten around him knowing that he just came. The thought of sending his lover over the edge made him explode into Sherlock, slowly riding out his orgasm. He pulled out and laid beside the blue-eyed man taking in the afterglow. They were silent for what seemed like hours before Sherlock broke the silence. "Wat-John that… was…. amazing… I love you." John turned his head to look at his breathless lover and smiled before replying, "I love you too, babe." Sherlock, with the last of his energy, scooted closer to John's face and gave him a kiss, only to fall asleep in his arms. At last, John could sleep in his own bed and dream wonderful dreams. No more sleepless nights for this doctor.
