heyyy guys sorry this took so long but I'm terrible at writing smut so I had to get my friend Holly to help me haha home yous like!

This chapter and possibly the next are M rated! Just thought I'd warn you ;) x

Once safely in the flat, Sherlock turned to find the doctor slouching against the door. His head was upturned, eyes closed and lips swollen and parted to take in deep breaths.

Sherlock suddenly felt far too tight in his trousers as he watched John catch his breath, busy imagining other things that could make the soldier breathless.

The detective leaned down, softly brushing his lips against Johns in the barest semblance of a kiss.

Johns eyes snapped open as Sherlocks lips tickled his own.

Soft, sweet, not entirely unpleasant: John found himself leaning into Sherlock's warmth. His hands moved to that lean chest, the fine silky material that hugged Sherlocks chiseled torso tangling in his calloused fingers.

Sherlock pulled back slightly and resting their foreheads together.

John couldn't stop the shiver that traveled down his spine as Sherlock's warm breath fanned across his face smelling faintly of mint, brandy and a hint of nicotine- he made a mental note to chastise Sherlock later.

Then, he decided that they weren't close enough: he yanked the detective closer, crushing their lips together.

Frantic and eager, there lips moved together as Sherlock's hands snaked around his blogger's waist, so their bodies pressed together: John couldn't help the moaned that escaped him and the contact of their lower bodies.

Sherlock growled in response.

And wasn't that sexiest sound John had ever heard?

The doctor's teeth grazed Sherlock's bottom lip, then sucked lightly, as his hands carded through the detective's hair: tugging slightly on the dark, luscious curls. Sherlock gasped with a mix of surprise and pleasure at the pressure on his sensitive follicles and John slid his tongue into the sociopaths mouth.

From there it became a battle for dominance, tongues moved and teeth clashed in a deadly dance.

Sherlock ground down onto his leg and John broke away from their heated kiss to chuckle. Sherlock mouthed down his throat kissing and sucking a trail from the base if his ear to his collarbone and back again,

"What's so funny" He asked in between kisses, his voice was low, breathy and husky.

Scratch that previous thought, THAT was the sexist sound he'd ever heard.

"You aren't going to start humping my leg like a horny puppy, are you?" John asked, breathless and smirking as he pictured a 'puppy' Sherlock with floppy ears, a waging tail and a dark scarf. Sherlock let out a dark chuckle against the nape of John's neck, goosebumps blossoming in the track his breath made.

"No, John" Sherlock chuckled, shooting him dangerous smile, "I can do," Sherlocks hand glided from his waist to his stomach, "much" John knew where that hand was heading and his eyes fluttered closed before the visual stimuli became too much, embarrassed to watch Sherlocks as he did... That. "Much" John shivered as Sherlocks fingers brushed the skin of his lower abdomen, as he undid his belt and the button of his jeans "Better." Sherlock pulled down John's jeans and boxers in one fluid motion and John sprang free. The doctor gasped as he was exposed to the cold air of the flat.

John sensed movement and opened his eyes to see that Sherlock was on his knees in front of him, waiting for John to open his eyes before taking him into his mouth. The tip of Johns head hit the back of his throat and the doctor moaned and dug his nails into the wooden door to stop himself grabbing a hold of the luscious dark curls in front of him and fucking that perfect mouth senseless.

A moment passed and Sherlock hollowed his cheeks and sucked. John gasped and his head cracked against the wall behind him as Sherlock started to bob up and down his length: his tongue massaging the sensitive area just under the head.

The feeling of Sherlocks tongue on him was... he never wanted him to stop. The detective set a slow, torturous, rhythm and John felt like he couldn't breath.

The doctor managed to look down and... but God did Sherlock look beautiful: kneeling in front of The doctor, mouth full, black feather duster lashes over hooded eyes, a delicate pink flush tinting his cheeks- oh god those cheekbones!

Sherlocks hands moved to stroke John inner thighs.

John was so close, but he didn't want this to end with Sherlock on his knees.

Letting his hands fist in Sherlocks hair, he tugged lightly: guiding his head back and tilting it up so he could look at him.

Sherlocks eyes were dark, filled with lust and something that John's alcohol clouded brain couldn't place.

Leaning down John connected there lips in soft kiss, he could taste himself on Sherlocks tongue and his cock twitched at the erotic realisation.

After a moment, the soldier pulled back and Sherlock whimpered at the loss of contact and John chuckled lowly at the noise. The detective groaned his response.

God, John wanted him so bad and no part of him was in a fit state to argue as he helped Sherlock to his feet and, taking a hold of his hand, guided them towards the bedroom.

okay guys let me know what you's think and also if you's want me to continue on this smut path or just jump to the morning after!