John was mesmerized as he watches Sherlock ride he's cock up and down as Sherlock was moaning each. John was watching he's cock disappear into Sherlock's tight hole every time he goes down. "So tight," John manages to get out as he groans and thrusted up as Sherlock slams right back down.
"God yes," Sherlock replies as he throws he's head back as he feels the pleasures that he was getting off from riding the cock.
(Flashback)
"So we're heading out to Angelo's for dinner?" John asked after he had kissed Sherlock.
"Problem?" Sherlock asked with a raise eyebrow.
"No, it's just that..." John began as Sherlock looks at him, John fidgeted. "I thought that may be we might try a new restaurant now that we are together since Angelo thinks we are together anyway," he explains.
"I see," Sherlock replies and he left the room quickly before John could say anything. Five minutes later, Sherlock returns back with a grin. "I got us a reservation in a fancy place that's Italian," he said.
"Wait, how...?" John asked agape and Sherlock was about to reply when John shook he's head, "no, don't tell me. I don't even want to know," he mutters as Sherlock grins.
(End flashback)
John couldn't get enough of Sherlock as when he felt Sherlock cum on he's stomach, the two of them kissed as both of them tries to dominate the other. When John was resting, he felt the bed shift and he looked and saw that Sherlock was going down to he's cock again. John watches as he saw Sherlock looked up at him momentarily before taking John's length in he's mouth.
Dear gawd, the night is still young and what this man can do to me until the wee morning hours, John thought as he moans.
John was woken up in the morning by the smell of bacon, pancake and eggs. He yawns and stretches before he opens he's eyes in realization. He looks over at he's other side and saw that it was empty before he sat up.
"You don't trust me," a voice said startling him.
John turns and saw Sherlock standing before the bed holding up a tray with a plate of bacon, eggs, butter, pancake with syrup along with juice. "You didn't burn the kitchen?" He asked surprised as he watches Sherlock put the tray in front of him.
Sherlock scoffs, "Have some faith in me, will you?" He asks as John raised an eyebrow. The two had a glaring contest before Sherlock finally admits, "Mrs. Hudson helped a bit."
"'A bit?'" John replies as he cuts he's pancake and took a bite.
"Alright, she 'helped' me make sure that I didn't scorch or burn anything," Sherlock mumbled but John heard him anyway.
John laughs after he chewed and swallows, "That's the Sherlock that I know and love," he said as Sherlock glares and John smirks.
As Sherlock sat back down on the bed beside John, John eats and offers Sherlock some of he's food but was declined. The moment was short lived as Sherlock got a text, "it's from Lestrade," Sherlock announces.
"Oh?" John asked intrigued.
"Double homicide down in Central London, are you coming?" Sherlock asked as he stands up after replying back to Lestrade.
"After I'm done eating," John replies as he took a sip of he's juice.
Sherlock looks down at him as he took another bite of he's breakfast, "It will take you thirty minutes to finish all that," he exclaims.
John glares, "You were the one who brought me breakfast," he pointed out.
"True," Sherlock replies nodding slowly with a scoff but then he's face lit up. "Go and eat you're breakfast, I'll go on ahead," Sherlock said happily as he grabs he's scarf.
"Wait, what?" John asked surprised as he thought he might had won the argument battle.
"I'll text you the address!" Sherlock calls out to him and John heard the front door slammed before he could say anything else.
It was almost ten when John receives the text from Sherlock. He glares at it momentarily before growling angrily as he grabs he's coat. "I'm going out, Mrs. Hudson!" John calls out to her as she pops open the door.
"Are you meeting Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"Yup, don't wait up for us, Mrs. Hudson. We probably won't be back until tomorrow," John explains.
"Wait, where are you going?" Mrs. Hudson asks worriedly.
"The hospital," John replies.
"What?"
"The git went off after the criminal and since I wasn't with him nor Greg or any other police officer, he was shot," John explained.
"Wait a moment dear," Mrs. Hudson said as she quickly goes back in her flat before coming out. "Give this tin box to Sherlock, will you? It's he's favorite chocolate biscuits," she said with a smile.
"I will Mrs. Hudson, thank you," John replies and he dashes out off the flat.