A/N: warnings smut :-)

Sherlock woke to the soft calming sound of Johns purring, each breath fluttering against his neck. He smiled at the smaller man in his arms and placed a light kiss on Johns head, snuggling into him.

"Sherlock." John mumbled in his sleep. Sherlock stroked his waist through his t-shirt, lovingly. John continued to softly call out Sherlocks name until it escaped from his mouth in the form of a delicious moan.

"Sherlock." John moaned again, raising his hips in the air. "Sher-lock. Faster." His hips rolled, a hand lazily running over his own crotch, still in a dream.

Sherlock couldn't control the gorgeous groan from escaping his lips as he watched John. He felt his cock start to harden. He wanted John to wake up so Sherlock could make John moan like that for real. He couldn't bring himself to stop John touching himself, as the sight was so erotically beautiful to ruin.

John looked achingly hard and Sherlock wanted nothing more than to touch him. Sherlock ran his hand around Johns waist to his groin, dancing his fingers over Johns cock.

"Sherlock." John groaned but this time it was real, as the wonderful feeling had pulled him from the dream. Johns own hand slipped down to his waist as Sherlock tugged down Johns boxers.

John twisted round to face Sherlock, kissing him perfectly, rubbing their groins together. It was Sherlocks turn to moan in delight as Johns bare cock met his clothed one.

Sherlock turned so his back was pushed into the bed, pulling John on top of him. John fiddled with the hem of Sherlocks boxers before pulling them off.

John lifting his hips up and quickly impaled himself onto Sherlock, hissing at the brief pain. Sherlock almost came there and then at the glorious heat inside John. John waited a moment before rising up and plummeting down, grazing his prostrate. He groaned. The sound almost orgasmic to Sherlock. Sherlocks hips rose up to meet Johns movements, creating a steady but wonderful rhythm, each thrust hitting into Johns prostrate.

Thrust after thrust, bringing both closer and closer to the edge of bliss, was beautiful. Absolutely amazing, the raw and sheer intensity of the moment, the thick sexual tension finally broken. They weren't having sex, they were love making, giving the term a whole new meaning. It was more than love, more than anything that could ever be. It was beautiful, the trust of having their hearts in each others hands.

As they both climbed higher and higher into release, they reached for each other, pressing their lips together, filled with want and need and power by a limitless emotion.

As they crashed down, back to earth, there was a moment of longing for each other on something more than a sexual level. They were both broken souls, never quite fitting into the puzzle of society, but they fit together perfectly and that was so important, so important that they didn't let that slip away, not ever.

They both returned to sleep, holding each other like they would never let go, neither intending to.

A/N: wow I'm sorry I haven't posted in ages, this took me so long to perfect and I'm still not completely happy with it but hopefully you guys are!
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