Attention: A bit of smut ahead, though nothing too graphic.
"What is this?" asked John, staring at the box Sherlock had shoved at him in confusion. "And don't say 'It's a box'," he added, glaring at Sherlock, who snorted in response.
"Then ask the right questions. I assume you meant what's inside the box."
"Sherlock..."
"It's a suit."
John furrowed his brows. "A suit?"
"Really, John, must you repeat-"
"Why did you get me a suit?"
"For a case. Obviously."
"Explain." John sighed, resisting the urge to smack him.
"We have a case that requires us to blend in at a formal event and, to my knowledge, you don't own any suits. At least not appropriate ones for the occasion," he added with a small grin.
"Yes, thank you."
"Come on, go change," he said, pushing John to he bedroom, and closing the door behind him.
"So? What do you think?"
Sherlock turned his head towards him and stared.
And kept staring.
Still nothing.
"Sherlock?" John looked down at himself, suddenly nervous. "Something wrong?" He turned around, showing the suit from every angle, trying to find the reason for Sherlock's reaction.
He walked to the mirror, his back to Sherlock, staring at his reflection in confusion. A second later, a pair of hands moved down to his backside, Sherlock's body pressed firmly against his. Or, well, as firmly as he could, when he was trying to shove his hands down John's trousers to grope his arse.
"Do you have any idea," Sherlock said, his harsh breath warm against his neck, sending tingles down his spine, "How you look right now?"
"Good, I presume?" John gasped.
"You look gorgeous." He moved his hand to John's front; one hand on his hip, the other one brushing against his hardening cock. "I want to fuck you while you're wearing this. Would you let me, John?"
"Yes. God, Sherlock, please."
Sherlock turned John around and kissed him, hard and fast, while he manhandled him back into their bedroom.
"Wait, Sherlock- Wait." John managed to get out, when his back hit the door.
Sherlock pulled back, looking annoyed. "What? What is it?"
"The case; you said-"
"The case can wait. I want you." He pressed his forehead against John's, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath.
John's breath hitched and he pulled Sherlock in for another kiss, knowing that if he said something he wouldn't be able to keep the 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue to himself.
