A/N: Uploaded early because I've missed a few days.
Day 7: Half-Dressed (continuation of Day 6, plus bonus Day 9 (up against the wall) and Day 13 (rimming))
They calm down enough to make it home, and once they get upstairs, John rips Sherlock's clothes off. Sherlock certainly doesn't mind, not with the cooled mess in his pants and the need for John's dick.
Once he's completely naked, John pushes him face front into the wall so quickly that Sherlock has to throw his arms up to catch himself. John holds his hips and presses his clothed erection against Sherlock's bum.
"Spread 'em, baby," John says, kissing Sherlock's back.
Sherlock spreads his legs more, lowering himself to John's height. He's not uncomfortable, but he whimpers when John pulls away.
"Need lube," John mutters, then leaves. He returns not a second later and licks his lips at the sight of Sherlock, who stayed completely still while John was gone. "God, you look good," John says, then kisses Sherlock's back again.
He kisses down Sherlock's skin until he's on his knees. He kisses Sherlock's bum, devoting wet kisses to both cheeks, then dives in to where Sherlock's most needing John.
Sherlock hisses and groans from the sudden welcome intrusion. John's tongue is not on him, lapping up and down until it finally stops at his hole.
"Oh, John," Sherlock moans, reaching back and grabbing John's hair. He pushes back onto John's tongue when John pushes that squirmy appendage in.
John licks Sherlock out for nearly five minutes, a lot longer than he thought Sherlock would let him. Finally, as John expected, Sherlock tugs at his hair and begs him to stop.
"I'm going to come again," Sherlock says as John gets to his feet.
"In time, love," John says, unzipping his trousers. He gets his belt undone and shoves his pants and trousers down enough to get his cock out, then rubs the lube onto himself. He takes what's left and rubs it onto Sherlock, then works two fingers into Sherlock to stretch him more.
"You're trying to kill me," Sherlock says, scratching at the wall.
John takes his hand away from Sherlock and stands firmly behind him again. He lines his cock up and pushes in, slowly sinking in all the way. Sherlock moans loudly with relief.
"Yes, yes…" Sherlock groans.
John holds Sherlock close and digs his forehead into the back of Sherlock's sweaty head. "How's that, love?"
Sherlock moans in response and tries to shove back onto John's cock, but John holds him firmly.
"Hang on," John says, panting.
Seconds later, John pulls out and firms his stance, then thrusts back into Sherlock with a grunt. Sherlock gasps, dropping his head against the wall.
John thrusts almost as hard as he can from then on. He wraps an arm around Sherlock's waist to hold him up straight, pounding in easily and noisily.
John's belt clanks against Sherlock's hip, his zipper cuts into Sherlock's bum, and the buttons of his shirt dig into Sherlock's back, but Sherlock doesn't care. The feel of John's clothes scraping against his sensitive skin with each thrust just adds to the sensations his body is feeling. It feels so good Sherlock wants to cry, so he just moans loudly with every thrust.
John shifts to hold Sherlock up around his chest, that way his other hand can stroke Sherlock's cock. "Come, baby," John grunts in his ear. "Please come…"
Sherlock spreads his arms along the wall and scratches down the wallpaper, coming with a loud groan and pulsing around John's cock. John bites his shoulder and scratches Sherlock's chest, coming with long awaited relief.
Their breathing slows and steadies and they finally pull off the wall. Sherlock leaves the mess, claiming he'll clean it up later, and stumbles down the hall to their bed. John follows, stripping off his now damp suit along the way.
"How was that?" John asks, joining Sherlock on the bed.
Sherlock practically purrs, stretching out on the bed. "Perfect."
John snuggles close to him. "Next time, I want you to keep your tux on."
"Hmm," Sherlock sounds. "If you shag me as well as you just did, I'll wear anything you want."
John lifts his head to look at Sherlock. "I've got a few ideas then."
Sherlock grins. "What do you have in mind?"
