This was a tough one. The actual theme was "Wearing Kigurumis", but there are certain things (Kigurumis being one of these) that I don't want to think about in one thought with Sherlock or John. So I changed this chapter to "Doing A Role-Play". I hope you enjoy it.
Sexy times ahead! ;)
I wrote this for my best friend as she's had a couple of bad days, send her some love! X
Day Eleven – Doing a role-play
"I love you." he undid the first button on John's shirt.
"I love you." the second button was to follow.
"I love you." John squirmed under Sherlock's touch.
"I love you." Sherlock's fingers brushed lightly over John's chest as his shirt was being undone.
"I love you." the doctor thought about a thousand things he wanted to say but all he could produce were whimpers and soft moans.
"I love you." Sherlock pulled the shirt down from John's shoulders and threw it across the room. When he undid the belt and only moments later pulled down John's trousers, his lover was already a shivering mess, looking into his eyes with a regard full of love and desire.
"I need you" was whispered into John's ear when Sherlock finally lay down next to him, gently nuzzling at his neck.
"You have me" was everything John could say before a loud groan escaped his throat, evoked by a slicked-up finger that had entered him without warning. He gasped and grabbed the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensation. It was an alien feeling and it did hurt in the first place, but at the same time it felt good, so good, and the doctor wanted more. He wiggled his hips subconsciously, forcing Sherlock's finger deeper in. After a few minutes of adjusting, Sherlock added a second finger and soon found John's prostate. He scissorred his fingers, preparing his lover for him.
John was panting; he could barely control himself anymore. "GOD, Sherl… Sherl… AAHH!" His back arched up in pleasure. "Take… Take me. Now. Ple… PLEASE!" The third finger brought the sensation to a whole new level. Sherlock couldn't quite contain himself any longer as well. He briefly closed his eyes in an attempt to steady his breath before the pulled out his fingers and replaced them through his already leaking cock.
John felt so full. He gasped and opened his eyes wide in shock. This was so much different to what he'd expected. He expected it to hurt, to tear him apart, but in fact; it was the most pleasurable pain he could have imagined. It wasn't exactly pain what he felt, but his brain was too cloudy to think of a better term. Only then, he noticed that Sherlock had stilled and looked down on him with concern in his eyes. "I… god Sherlock MOVE! I'm good, it's... awesome. Go on!" He wrapped his legs tightly around Sherlock's waist and forced him further in.
Sherlock picked up a slow pace and bend down to kiss his doctor, his good doctor, his… "JOHN!" He picked up speed and took John's member in one hand stroking him in a matching pace.
"I… Sher… I… I'm so close…" John threw his head back on the pillow only to raise it back up again and capture the detective's lips with his. They both came simultaneously, riding each other through their orgasms.
That was it. John was sure. This was the best sex he'd ever had. "God this was…" He was still at a loss of words. "…awesome"
Sherlock, who had collapsed onto him, rolled on his back and took a deep breath. "Wow." This was everything he was able to produce apart from a soft moan when his and John's lips connected again.
John nuzzled against Sherlock's chest. "Thank you", he murmured sleepily. "This was the best birthday ever." But Sherlock was already fast asleep.
When Sherlock awoke the next morning, John was cuddled against him. He carefully got up in order not to wake him and went to the kitchen. He filled the kettle and popped two slices of bread in the toaster. He wanted to make breakfast for his… captain. This thought led him to an idea that made him grin.
The smell of bacon, toast and tea woke John up. He stretched on the bed and felt sore, in a good way. He heard Sherlock work in the kitchen und decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and pretend to be asleep. After a few minutes he heard Sherlock open the door and put a tray on the bedside table. "Good morning, love" He opened his eyes and looked up in the gorgeous face that belonged to Sherlock Holmes.
"Is my Captain up for breakfast?"
"Yes, messmate Holmes." He chuckled. "You may serve the breakfast now."
"Yes sir." He picked up the tray and placed it on John's lap, and then he crawled on the bed next to John. "Does my Captain want me to feed him?"
"Please. Bacon first."
"We aim to please, sir." Sherlock cut a piece of bacon and lay it in John's mouth.
"Mhh, good. Well done, Holmes. More!" John quickly found himself in his captain mode again, and god how he enjoyed it. For once in his life he got to boss Sherlock around. They finished their breakfast and when Sherlock re-entered the bedroom after bringing the tray back to the kitchen, John stood in the middle of the room stark naked. "Does my soldier want his gratification now?"
Sherlock swallowed. John was so beautiful. "Y.. Yes, please. Sir." John took his hand and opened Sherlock's dressing gown. He slid two fingers in the waistband of his pants and slid them down. Sherlock stepped out of them and let his gown slide down to the floor. John took his hand once again and pulled him in the shower. "Wash me."
A shiver went down Sherlock's spine. "Yes"
"Please?" John lightly slapped Sherlock's behind.
"What did you say?"
"Yes, Sir." Sherlock picked up his own expensive body wash and lathered a bit up between his palms. He started at John's shoulders and worked his hands down his body, worshipping every scar, every wrinkle, every freckle. John moaned under Sherlock's touch, this was so arousing. Sherlock turned him around and took more of the body wash, attempting to clean his back and behind. Then, he wrapped one arm around John's waist, pulling him close. His other hand settled on John's hard prick. "Does my captain want me to help him with this… problem?" His voice had dropped at least one octave.
"Go right ahead." John groaned. Sherlock worked him off thoroughly and John came in thick spurts. He moaned and cried out Sherlock's name. "Sherl… Sher… god SHERLOCK. Jesus fucking Christ. Oh I love you." He felt his bones go limp after his intense orgasm. "Let's… let's go back to bed. Please."
Sherlock left the shower and quickly dried himself before he held out a warm and fluffy towel for his captain. "Come out here, Captain Watson, and let me take care of you."
Oh yes, the sexy times, how happy they make.
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