Author's Note:
Strawberry cheesecake. Johnlock. So much for no gratuitous sex scenes. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it. As always thank you to all the lovely reviewers and to everyone who has been subscribing to this story!
Sherlock gave a small smile to John, with a slight nod of his head. He remained quiet after the army doctor had spoken, because really he had pretty much said everything he had wanted to. He decided to change the subject after a lengthy silence. "Since dating, I've become rather curious sexually…as I'm sure you know. I bought one of those sex books, to see if I could learn anything new. When you get back, we should try a few. Some look really interesting and others are pretty ridiculous. Speaking of your return, after the ceremony do you want to go anywhere? What is it married couples go, a honeymoon is it? Would you be interested in one of those?"
"Wait..." John flushed a deep red and laughed uncomfortably. "Y-You've done research?" His voice squeaked and he chuckled. "And you went and bought a book?" That picture was enough for him to bend at the waist and press his face into Sherlock's chest with a playful groan. He could picture Sherlock in a book store, looking at books about sex, of all things. The look from the cashier must have been priceless and Sherlock was probably completely unknowing. It was a little more adorable to John than it should be. He shifted his head to rest his chin against Sherlock's chest, looking at him with a smile. "Will we be able to afford a honeymoon? Where would we go?"
Sherlock gave a small shrug. "I get bored easily. I had to do something to keep myself distracted." He wrapped his arms around John in a light hug. "I can get money, so no worries there." His family had all kinds of money. The thought of asking though, made him uncomfortable. His mum would be delighted but dad would be a different story.
John settled into the light hug with a content sigh. "Well, if the money isn't a problem then we just have to figure out where to go." He placed a small kiss on Sherlock's chest. "Except... not Pairs, apparently. Too normal for you." He moved his hand out to grab his plate of cheesecake, placing it on Sherlock's chest and taking a small bite. "Any place you've ever wanted to go?" He moved to take another bite and frowned slightly when the bite of cheesecake slipped from the fork and landed on Sherlock's chest. With a small shrug he easily licked the food off of Sherlock's skin and chewed it happily.
"If Paris is something you really want to do, we can go." Sherlock said, giving a small kiss on John's forehead. He watched his fiancé eat the cheesecake off his chest, a shiver rippling through his body excitedly. "To steal a line from you, 'Christ that's hot ' Actually, eating food off each other was one of the things I read about in a book and something that sounded interesting to try. Now I am most certainly intrigued."
John glanced up at Sherlock with a smile, his cheeks a deep red. It had been completely unintentional, he hadn't thought about it. And now Sherlock was unintentionally discussing something that he had never tired and had seriously wanted to. "Oh," he said with a raspy voice, glancing down at his cheesecake. He was already getting hard and shifted his best to hide it from Sherlock. "D'you want to...?" He motioned his head to the open bed beside him, pushing the cheesecake closer to Sherlock with a bit of a smile. "The strawberry glaze would spread real easy. I mean, so would everything but the crust." He raised a brow and moved to slide slightly off of Sherlock. "If you want to try it, that is. I-I would be willing." He shrugged, trying to make it as nonchalant as possible.
Sherlock nodded eagerly. It was most certainly something he wanted to try. "According to the book it helps enhance the sexual experience without actually anything sexual happening. Unless food is applied to genitalia." He was practically quoting the book verbatim.
John smiled and then hesitated. He had never really controlled anything in their sex life after their first time and he was nervous to ask Sherlock if it could be him. Because, Christ, he really wanted this. He wanted Sherlock's mouth on his body. "A-Are you going to-" He ran a hand through his hair as he slid off of Sherlock and settled on to his back next to him. He hesitantly dipped his finger in the strawberry topping and ran it down the center of his stomach, his head falling back as a soft moan escaped his lips.
Ah, so it was new for John too. Sherlock had thought for sure his dear doctor would want to cash in on their deal. However, John seemed content with being the one to submit this time. He briefly went through the chapter entitled "jam" mentally to help be his guide. Sherlock then rolled, so he was now straddling John. He dipped three fingers into the topping and then applied it to the army doctor's chest, in slow moving circles. Once he was satisfied John had enough smeared upon him, he leaned down and ran his tongue from the top of his fiancé's right nipple and down to where the hip begins. He licked slowly, having read it was supposed to be the most sensual way of doing it.
Watching his body be covered in food shouldn't have been so bloody hot. But Sherlock, it was clear, was doing exactly what the book had told him step by step. John would have chuckled if it hadn't been so distracting. The moment Sherlock's tongue was on his skin he moaned, nearly shouting, and tangled his hands in the bed sheets. "Ah, fuck." He arched his back to press against Sherlock's expert movements and gasped for breath. Had he not been breathing? He hadn't really noticed. He was far too focused on Sherlock's blasted tongue and how it felt like a God-damn work of art. "W-When'd you get so good at this?" He sputtered out, moving a hand to grasp desperately at Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock glanced up to John and smirked. "I may have read more than one book…and a basic concept of human anatomy is also useful. Let's you know where certain pressure points are, that kind of thing." He licked his lips clean of the strawberry topping and then moved back up his fiancé's body. When he reached the top of John's chest, he nibbled lightly at the base of the army doctor's neck. After a moment of nibbling, he went back to licking, following along the outlining of the sternum. When he got to John's belly button he did a small circle around it rather than over it. He then nibbled lightly just below his belly button, a hand coming to rest on John's inner thigh. He ran his thumb lightly in small circles, while he continued his tiny little nibbles.
John whimpered, a sound that made him blush and quickly moan to hide it. Army doctors didn't whimper. He wanted to tell Sherlock that reading more than one book was actually quite endearing. Sherlock had been doing research in order to keep them both happy. It caused him to blush because it was the most personal aspect of their relationship. Without hesitation his legs spread wider, his hips lifting up slightly at the small circles on his inner thigh. "Jesus, Sherlock." He tugged gently at the other man's hair, biting his bottom lip in order to keep himself quiet.
With his free hand, Sherlock reached up and removed John's hand from his hair. It was a slow, gentle movement as he set both their hands on the bed. He rubbed his thumb over his fiancé's knuckles soothingly. He began his lap back upward, this time taking a moment to nibble on the left collarbone. After he was finished with the light bites, he leaned up to whisper in John's ear. "Be still my dear doctor. Won't work if you pull my hair; grab the sheets if you need to. Anything rough, will disrupt the pattern." He released John's hand, after giving it a very gentle squeeze and resumed licking down the chest to the abdomen, where he once more gave tender biting kisses. The topping was almost gone now; he only had one more trip back up.
If the situation wouldn't have been so romantic, if his body hadn't been so tense, he would have laughed at Sherlock's words. They were nearly word for word from whatever book he had researched. He exhaled from the loss of contact with Sherlock's hand, gripping the sheets like his lover instructed. The muscles in his stomach tensed, contracted, and John forgot to breathe again. "Shit. Feels so good." His neck arched as he pressed his head hard back into the pillow beneath it. His body relaxed against the mattress for a moment, his chest moving rapidly as he gulped in air. Breathe. Don't pass out. Remember everything. The sensation of Sherlock's teeth on his skin, especially on his lower stomach, caused his hips to lift. He felt his erection and wished, almost desperately, that there was enough room to stick his own hand between them. "Love you," he whispered in order to get his thoughts in order. "So wonderful."
Sherlock worked his way back up, going slower than he had before to make it last slightly longer. Once again he gave gentle love bites on John's shoulder, coming to straddle the man below him once more. He rocked his hips in a steady but gentle rhythm. He was completely focused on his task, so he managed to keep a regular breathing pattern. The hand that had been rubbing circles on John's hip came to caress his fiancé's erection tenderly. His thumb once more did gentle circles, this time on the tip of the army doctor's penis.
"Yes." John lifted his head and opened his eyes. They were dark and he was having trouble focusing. This was almost too much, he was having trouble containing the movement of his body. He wanted to arch into Sherlock's touch, have him move his hand, but he was so excited that he was too rigid to do nearly anything. "God, Sherlock, so wonderful," his voice was shaking. He took a deep breath and arched his hips up with force, a grunt escaping his lips. He let his hips snap up again before sinking into the mattress with a moan. "B-Books are working," and he laughed, searching for Sherlock's other hand to squeeze.
Sherlock smirked behind the gentle bites. He began to place light kisses, starting at the base of John's neck and slowly worked his way up to his fiancé's ear. The movement of the army doctor's hand was caught out of his peripheral, his free hand coming to rub lightly over John's knuckles again. His other hand was still caressing the other man's penis lovingly, but after a bit he shifted to his knees so his ass was in the air. His lower torso came down slowly, the hand on John's erection sort of a guide as he sat into the cock. Given the speed it took a little work, but he managed to wiggle in, his breath finally catching. It didn't take long to adjust and get situated, and he began moving up and down slowly, John's cock never quite going in all the way.
The fingers running over his knuckles relaxed him almost instantly. Just being able to have Sherlock touch him, even if it was their hands, was something that he had seriously taken for granted before Afghanistan. He was so focused on that contact that when his cock was suddenly inside Sherlock he shouted. His eyes ripped open and he lifted his head, looking up at Sherlock frantically. "Shit. Ah, Sherlock, Christ." He struggled to breath and ripped his hand away from Sherlock's, moving them swiftly to grab the other man's hips and force him to stop moving. "Need time." He bit his bottom lip and moaned loudly, breathing through his nose.
Sherlock stopped at everything he was doing, cringing internally. The book had made it all sound so easy. He lifted his head to look down John. "Sorry…" he murmured. He was uncertain whether to stop altogether or keep going. Really, it was up to John he supposed. He nibbled on his lower thoughtfully, staring down at his fiancé.
John's eyes opened fast and he looked at Sherlock. Oh. That sounded an awful lot like he might have dislike the situation. Especially to Sherlock. "Oh, no. No, no, no." He shook his head, pushing himself up with his elbows. "Sherlock, oh, no." He took a deep breath. "You're fine, it's fine." He sat up more and gently met Sherlock's lips. "I just didn't want this to end quickly and I was well on my way." He pressed their foreheads together, moaning softly as he pressed his hips up. "It's wonderful. It really is. I just wanted this to last." He placed a quick kiss on the other man's lips before falling back on to the mattress. "Okay, go ahead." He looked up at Sherlock with a challenging grin, realizing that he was in control and Sherlock wasn't.
Sherlock gave a lopsided grin back, not willing to give up the control that easily. "Oh no, you wanted to wait…we'll wait all right…" He kept John inside of him and started a slow but steady rhythm, just to make sure the army doctor's erection stayed intact and hard enough to stay in place without slipping out. He leaned down and began his light biting all over again on John's neck.
Well, John should have expected that. Sherlock was stubborn. John moaned and moved his hands back to Sherlock's hips, squeezing them tightly. "Rude," he stated through clinched teeth, smirking a bit. He lifted his chin to expose more of his neck and lifted his hips roughly, moaning loud enough that he was sure the floor before them heard. "I don't need to wait anymore," he growled. His hips lifted up roughly a second time, the hands on his hips squeezing tighter.
Really, the sensual moment had been over the moment Sherlock had stopped uncertainly. So, he began sucking on John's neck hard enough to leave a rather large redish-brown mark upon the skin in retaliation to the rough bucking and squeezing. Rough it would be then. He stubbornly refused to match John's pace but he did bring his hands up to the army doctor's chest and began scratching hard, red streaks forming as he dug his nails in.
"C'mon, Sherlock," John growled, attempting to glare at Sherlock. It was short lived. The moment he felt Sherlock's nails against his skin he shouted, ending it with a hiss as he yanked Sherlock's hips down. His hips started a fast past, thrusting up into Sherlock as he attempted to hold the other man still. The mark on his neck would be visible while he was walking around base, something John figured Sherlock was doing on purpose. John's hips slowed as he took a deep breath and moved one hand to dig into the skin stretched above Sherlock's shoulder blade. "You're so brilliant," he whispered.
Sherlock smirked and stopped his sucking to whisper in John's ear. "Oh, I know my dear doctor, I know." Cocky and being sure of himself was something that he almost always felt and thought. It was nice to have it reinforced by his beloved. "Beg for it," he hissed, his breath heavy upon John's ear as he spoke. He still refused to give in so easily.
Those words caused John to shiver. He had attempted to use them earlier, to no avail. Sherlock knew that John would beg. "Please, Sherlock," he yelled, turning his head to nip sloppily at Sherlock's ear. "Christ, please. I'll do anything." He lifted his hips slightly. For a small moment John realized how desperate he sounded and it caused him to moan because Sherlock seemed to enjoy it. "Let me fuck you, please," he rasped out as a last resort, running his nails lightly down Sherlock's spine.
Sherlock smirked in smug satisfaction. He began nibbling on John's ear, waiting it out just slightly longer after hearing his fiancé beg because well he could. He let his scratching fingers ease their digging and for a moment he stopped altogether for maybe five solid seconds. Something he knew would feel like an eternity to John. Without an indication, he began a quick but steady pace, each thrust harder than the last.
John kept his eyes closed and when Sherlock stopped moving he was sure the world was going to end. This was torture. There were laws against this. And... Christ, Sherlock was moving again. The pace was fast and John's hips were struggling to keep up. "Jesus, yes." His body tensed and he bit his bottom lip before shouting out as he came. Every muscle in his body relaxed at the same time and he melted against the mattress, panting and running his hands down Sherlock's sides before letting them collapse on the mattress as well. "Fantastic. You're... Christ, that was..." He turned and lazily kissed Sherlock the best he could. "Thank you." He met Sherlock's eyes, conveying everything he could with his gaze. Thank you for the new experience because it means the world to me. So do you. The unspoken message carried the sense of fear that John felt about leaving the hotel room and returning to the battlefield.
Another smug smirk tugged at Sherlock's lips. It turned into a smile, when he lifted his head to look down at John and read his face just as easily as reading a book. He leaned down and gave a light kiss on top of his fiancé's head. He lifted his head once more, to look at John. "I love you." He trailed his fingers over John's chest once more, but not with his nails this time. Just the tips of them, careful to avoid rubbing against the red streaks.
John watched Sherlock's finger with a soft smile, lifting his gaze to Sherlock's. "I love you too." He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "So much." His words were slowly starting to slur together but John fought it, forcing his eyes open. He couldn't sleep. Every moment he had left needed to be spent with Sherlock. "I'm sticky and smell like artificial strawberry," he muttered with a low chuckle. "And I just had sex with my fiancé. Very good night, don't you think?" He grabbed one of Sherlock's hands, lacing their fingers together.
Sherlock smiled again. "Had sex a couple of times, so a very good night indeed. Are you going to need another shower my dear doctor?" The smile turned into a grin, his eyebrows raising as he asked the question. He squeezed John's hand as their fingers intertwined. "Or perhaps you should sleep. You are getting sleepy again. I seem to have worn you out." The grin twisted into a rather proud smirk.
"Wasn't just you." John playfully smacked Sherlock's cheek, laughing as he glanced toward the bathroom. A shower did sound nice but if he slept for a few more hours the sun would be up and they could start another day together. "D'you mind terribly if I sleep some more? I can shower in the morning after a few more hours of sleep. You can sleep, too." He shrugged and bit his bottom lip, reaching past Sherlock with his free hand yanking a bit at the blankets. "Think you might need the rest. I know I'm quite the handful." He smirked himself.
"Of course I won't mind you sleep." Sherlock rolled off of John, but then instantly snuggled into him, his arm draping over the other man's midsection. He leaned his head onto his fiancé's shoulder. "Perhaps I should sleep too. I'll need my stamina for whenever you decide to take control." The thought made him excited and maybe even just a little bit nervous.
Just the mention of John getting control caused him to shiver. "You will need the rest," John commented softly. He lifted his hand to wrap protectively around Sherlock's shoulders. This was what he wanted every day. He wanted Sherlock snuggled against him, the protection that John felt near him. At this small, perfect moment John regretted running off to Afghanistan. He yawned and closed his eyes, resting his cheek on the top of Sherlock's head. "Sleep, Sherlock," he muttered before doing just that.
Sherlock snuggled closer still, finding that he could never be too close to his dear doctor. He closed his eyes, but sleep didn't find him right away. He wasn't really thinking about anything. Rather just enjoying this moment. The sex was always great, but the times he and John just cuddled were the moments he cherished the most and he wanted to cling to it as long as he could. He would never admit such a sentimental thing to anyone. Sleep did find him eventually, his body nestled and relaxed into John's.