What was John going to do. He was straight. Not anymore, no use fighting it. Sherlock is good-looking, and that's all John needs for a good lay. Except Sherlock was more than a lay. Which was the hard part. Sherlock was brilliant, exceptional, clever, witty, and he had made John laugh even though he hadn't laughed in years. John thought of Sherlock's sharp cheekbones, his soft lips, his silky raven hair. And how he's gonna fuck that. Awwww yeaaaah.
When it came to Sherlock, however, things were different. Sherlock adored John. He wasn't going to get poetic about it though, because he's not a complete cheeseball. But John's hair is a golden softness that shines like the sun (which we do not revolve around, no sir) and everything about his features if just so soft and warm. Except for the fact that John was a sassy lil shit. That was relatively harsh and warm.
In the middle of Sherlock's deep thought, he heard a familiar knock.
"Come in."
In comes John in his red underwear.
"That's what ur gonna b doin, baby."
Sherlock blushes like in the animes and his pants are missing? his weenie is showing!
John cries. Sherlcock is concerned. "why r u so sad?"
"i cant give u a good handjob with my left hand i am right hand"
Sherlock gently trails his delicate fingers down John's left arm.
"You are more than an arm, John." Sherlock says in his deep, velvet voice. "Do you want me, John?"
"Yes." John pants breathlessly.
Sherlock licks a stripe on his palm and grabs John's cock mid-shaft, causing John to gasp. John was standing at the foot of the bed as Sherlock sprawled out his legs as he quickly stroked John. Their eyes met as Sherlock mercilessly pumped John and trailed his other hand to the opening of John's asshole. He rubbed it in circles and John's moans broke into gasps and shuddering. Sherlock stopped and pulled away his hand and grabbed John's hair.
John took the message and got on his knees, this was one activity he didn't have to use hands for. John mouthed to outside of Sherlock's cock and swirled his tongue all around it. Sherlock moaned and kept one of his hands fisted in John's hair as he pumped his cock in motion with John's mouth and played with his nipple. He tugged and pulled and begged John to put all of him in his mouth.
"Please, John, put me in, fucking suck me dry, fuuuck." Sherlock trailed of in a raspy tone. John licked the tip and took all of Sherlock's dick inside of his mouth. He sucked and spit and ran his tongue down the bottom roughly and his teeth gently, causing Sherlock to shout.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth, John, oh, John, John." Sherlock moaned John's name over and over until he came in John's mouth and John let it drip from his mouth and trailed it up to Sherlock's nipple, replacing Sherlock's hand with is hot, cum-filled mouth.
"Do you want to fuck me, Sherlock?" John growled.
Sherlock nodded roughly and put two fingers in John's mouth as John sucked them eagerly. Sherlock started with one finger and then the other and after John stopped sucking Sherlock's nipples, he nodded and mounted Sherlock's cock, still hot from John's mouth. They fucked. It was great.
FIN
I honestly don't know. I am so sorry, if you want to use the prompt go ahead, one-armed John AU, and send it to me I want to read it. :D