Four: Stars

Sherlock pinned John to the door as he ripped his jumper over his head. He had always hated the extra layers. Then he finally kissed his doctor. But these motions were slow, making this kiss passionate. John wanted Sherlock's first to be burning with pleasure, not pain. And so he took this as slow as he could.

The sound of their lips coming apart made John want more. But he resisted just throwing Sherlock down and taking him. John took Sherlock's bottom lip in between his teeth and sucked slightly before running his tongue across his lips.

Sherlock let John dominate his mouth and he tasted John once again. He loved it so much he whimpered when John left to find focus, and stability. He's never had someone who could make him feel like this before. He was only slightly turned on, but he felt… loved? He didn't know what this was. But he felt like Sherlock was being careful and he liked it.

Sherlock grabbed John's chin in his fingers and brought their lips together again, but slightly, making John press harder. Sherlock's hand moved to John's shoulder and scaled to his hip while the other rested over John's head, stroking little pieces of his hair.

John hands wandered to Sherlock's hips and he grabbed them, pulling the side of his shirt up and when John pulled him closer, he finished removing the button down from his belted pants. He slid his hands up Sherlock's back as their tongues met once more.

Sherlock's spine tingled from John's touch and he moaned quietly into John's tongue against his. The blond was pleased. And as the lust made their blood rush to their lower regions, the burning fire of passion never faded.

John slid his hands from Sherlock's back and settled them on the button under his collarbone. This gave him an excuse to break for air, and while his breath was shaky, his hands were steady as he focused on one button, then the second, then the third… oops, last one, and the cloth fell to the floor.

Sherlock grinned and did the same to John, but every time he unbuttoned one, he placed a kiss on the open skin. Soon he was on his knees, and as he unbuttoned the last one and the flannel fell to the floor, he undid John's buttoned jeans.

He slid the zipper down slowly with his teeth and sent a mischievous look to his blogger. This just made John's erection pop and he sighed when the jeans fell to the floor and Sherlock licked his abdomen as if it was torture. It almost was.

Sherlock was pleased with what he found popping out of John's underpants. John only glared at him, but that disappeared as Sherlock lowered the band on the underwear and the first thing he saw was John's tip.

He licked it and nibbled it as the rest of the underwear fell to the floor. John moaned when Sherlock took some of him into his hot and wet mouth. He threaded his fingers through Sherlock's hair and pulled as if he wanted it to stop, but it didn't.

And as the burnet's tongue poked and prodded until precum was leaking from his blond, his head rolled back and hit the wall softly as his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He licked up the oozing liquid as his teeth grazed John's head one last time. He looked up to his soldier, who had opened his eyes and was smiling like an idiot down at his detective.

Sherlock hummed as he stood and pinned John to the door once more. For, pleasuring his John made him harder by the second. John could feel Sherlock on his thigh and he undid the belt and pulled it free from Sherlock's pants.

He kissed the burnet's pale neck as he dropped the belt. All he did was flick his fingers over the band of Sherlock's pants and they fell to the floor. He grinned and bit Sherlock's neck and left a mark, over which he laid saliva.

He made the taller of the two step out of his pants and as his underwear slid to the floor, John was on top of them and they were suddenly on the bed. The covers seemed soft on the curly haired man's back as the blond pressed their erection together by accident. But they both hissed in pleasure and Sherlock head rolled back into the blanket under him.

He clawed at John's back as he straddled the taller man under him, and their groins never stopped touching. Even the slightest move caused the sensation to grow and spread over all of them, making them weak, yet strong. It was strange, but they loved it.

John's whole body pulsed from each touch and he felt Sherlock shiver and twitch under him. John was about to lick his fingers, but he found something else that he thought would be interesting to try.

He grabbed the younger man's hips out from under him and almost bent him in half trying to reach what he wanted. Sherlock was confused at first, but then realized what was happening.

But before John could do that, he tortured Sherlock member with his tongue. Then he traced from the head to the shaft and left a line of saliva over his balls and thigh as his tongue met its original destination.

John's tongue there felt so good… especially seeing how he was so warm and wet and Sherlock wanted more than his tongue now. He moaned when John's tongue retraced it's steps and came back to Sherlock's lips as John slipped inside Sherlock.

Since there was no lube to help, he waited for Sherlock to get used to this, and when Sherlock moaned against his lips, he pulled out a few inches and slid back in slowly. He was bent over Sherlock now, his knees on the edge of the bed and he gasped as he repeated this motion several times.

He had the back of Sherlock's knee in one hand was pumping on Sherlock's member in time with each slow thrust. Then Sherlock demanded something John would never expect, "More! Harder! Please, John, harder!"

John's eyes widened, but he gave in and pulled almost all the way out and slammed himself back in, somehow hitting Sherlock's sweet spot. He moaned as he heard Sherlock scream in pleasure, "Yes! Right there!" he was panting, "Again!" he demanded.

John obeyed this order and thrust faster as his hand had forgotten about the erection he was holding and gripping tighter now. The pad of his thumb felt over the tip of Sherlock and he could the precum seeping out faster now. Then he realized he was coming onto the edge as well.

He bent over Sherlock and bit into his neck as he tried to silence the scream he gave when he came into the detective. Sherlock came in John's gentle hand as he screamed John's name. John collapsed on top of Sherlock, breathing heavily and as he pulled out and off of him, he sighed for the last time in pleasure, and happiness.

Sherlock looked to the man beside him. Had he really just let this happen? His virginity was gone and never coming back, and he… didn't care. He laughed at that thought, "I love you," he sighed into the stars looking at him. John's eyes were as beautiful as star
anyway.

John giggled, "I love you more," he teased and his eyes twinkled, reminding Sherlock of the blue in the stars he saw when he sat on the edge with John.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and came back with, "I love you most," and he laughed as john pouted at the fact that he hadn't thought of that. He shrugged and rolled over so he could kiss the man. And kiss him he did.

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