Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

A.N: Thanks to the lovely LaughterNeverDies for being my beta. You should go and read her stories, she's an amazing writer.

WARNINGS: THIS ONE IS GRAPHIC AND KINKY (thanks to the lovely NivalKenival). YOU ARE WARNED.

DEDICATED TO LaughterNeverDies and NivalKenival.

His grey eyes were glued to every single clock he could find in the building. Sherlock couldn't stop his landlady and her invitation to have lunch with her. He really appreciated her, he really did, but he couldn't keep a decent conversation when his mind and his penis were concentrated on one thing: John.

"I have some cake-"

"And I'm full now. I had better be going upstairs. Lots of experiments to study, shops to go to and-"

"You never go to the shops, Sherlock."

"Mrs Hudson, why don't you spend the night with Mrs Turner? It has been a long time since you shared another night together polishing your old jewellery and watching old episodes of Dowtown Abbey-"

"But-"

"I won't lie to you, you're my landlady and housekeeper and certainly, after the more than two thousand times you said the opposite you know you are. Now, I shall go upstairs to get ready for a full night with my husband who has been ignoring me for a week."

The old lady smiled and let her young tenant go upstairs and then she called Mrs Turner. It was going to be a girl's night.

Sherlock cleaned the flat and-yes, don't stop, you have read well- Sherlock cleaned the flat and after an hour it looked like Buckingham Palace. He glanced at the bed and then a dilemma was just lying there where his husband and he were supposed to be doing naughty things in a few hours. Should he make their bed or leave it just like it was, unmade? After analyzing the possibilities, he decided to take a shower. It was almost five pm and John was coming at any moment. The shower was quick. But now the big deal was what to wear. A suit? Pyjama pants and dressing gown? If he was going to wear a suit, which shirt was he going to wear? Purple, white, blue... Pink?

Sherlock decided to wear a dark tailored suit and his purple shirt, all perfectly fitted to his slender body. He smiled at his own reflection in the mirror and remembered all those moments when John used to do very good things to him while he was wearing that shirt.

He waited, and waited, and waited. It was almost eight pm and there wasn't any sign of John Watson. Holmes even considered the idea of calling him, but he wasn't going to show himself as a desperate man, sinking in the depths of his own despair, even when he was dying to meet those thin lips and fuck John's delicious body. But he heard the door and his hubby chatting with Mrs Hudson. Apparently she was leaving to spend the night with her neighbour. Perfect. They were going to make all the noises they wanted. Sherlock smirked. He was going to make John Watson scream his name and beg-

"Hello love. I see you were impatient to see me. Why don't we go to our room? I, I have something I want to show you."

"I have proved you right, John. I survived. The great Sherlock Holmes can live without sex-" They kissed, well, John kissed Sherlock so hard the detective knew his lips were going to be bruised or why not, bleeding.

John gave one step forward and Sherlock gave two backwards. And soon enough they were in their room. The taller man collapsed on their bed, while the Doctor licked his lips and started undressing his husband.

"Move."

The Detective moved until his body was in the middle of their large bed and his back was resting against the wood headboard. His eyes widened when he saw what John had in his hands.

"You know, I always thought that I'd never set foot in a sex shop but-" John took two handcuffs dressed with purple velvet fabric- I needed these and I couldn't go and ask Lestrade for a spare pair, could I?"

"John-"

"Hush, Sherlock."

He handcuffed his lover. One hand to one side of the bed and then John continued with the procedure. One by one, his clothes fell to the floor. He could see how hard the other man was and decided to do something to impose that.

"No watching."

This time, the Soldier covered Sherlock's eyes with a tie and inhaled his scent, sending shivers rippling down the man's spine.

Sherlock Holmes-Watson bit his lip. Being blindfolded, not able to see his husband undressing himself and being handcuffed was something so new. Even the air of the room was different. His other four senses were alert for the next movement or touch on his body.

Touch. He could feel, against the hot air filling the room, the cool, soft material of the handcuffs. They were small for his wrist and the minimal movement could leave bruises.

Smell. Sherlock's nostrils were flared. The air smelled like John, and John smelled like tea and latex gloves. There was a new smell, a smell he couldn't recognize and made him open his whole hard-drive and search for it.

Taste. His mouth was dry. He needed John. The previous kisses weren't enough.

But then, Sherlock realized the new smell also held a taste. John pushed a finger inside his mouth and instinctively the handcuffed man sucked that finger, as though he were sucking that man's cock. Holmes may be blindfolded, but he could sense, and feel John moans.

"What is this, Sherlock?"

"Nutella."

Hearing. Silence. There was silence until he heard things beating together. Things Sherlock couldn't see but maybe deduce through his other four senses.

Plastic. Plastic things.

Then something that wasn't making any sound but it was definitely something that had a constant movement.

Finally metallic things. Two metallic things which were hitting themselves together, making such a noise that was the only one filling the room.

John let him go, throwing the handcuffs to the floor and still blindfolded, Sherlock tried to remove the tie from his eyes.

"No watching I said."

The young man nodded while John placed a new element in his hands. A metallic object with a special structure for a special part of a man's body.

"John, is this-"

"Yes, it is. I want you to put it on me."

"It's dangerous-"

"Touch it. Feel it. And don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you."

The Detective nodded and extended his arms until he felt it. John was half hard, and it only made things easy. Sherlock took the triple cock ring and sliced it on John's penis. At the beginning, it was almost hanging from his crotch, being a one or two sizes bigger, but then John took his hand with his own and stroked himself using his husband's right hand.

John was hard and Sherlock smiled. The metallic ring wasn't hanging anymore and now it was tightened and pressed against that sensitive skin. In just seconds, Sherlock had opened that folder in his mind catalogued as 'sex'. Cock rings were meant to, well, this triple cock ring was meant to restrain the testicles, intensifying the sensation of orgasm by forcing the testicles to stay away from the body. And the young man couldn't help but trust John wasn't going to hurt him when his hands, being his own eyes, felt the surface and the hardness of his husband's penis.

John smiled and decided that it was time to let Sherlock see the view.

"I couldn't decide which one you would prefer, so I got both."

John, who was standing naked with a triple cock ring and a bestial erection between his legs, was also holding two new elements in each hand: in his left, he had a dildo. A human penis shaped dildo. It was long and big and in amazement, the taller man's eyes danced until he met the other element in John's right hand: a silicone purple anal bead. And Sherlock Holmes-Watson forgot how to breathe.

Because John Watson, ex Captain of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers of her Majesty's Royal Army, Doctor, husband, friend, partner, had bought them sex toys.

"John-"

"Since you can't talk, I'll decide for you, shall I? This one is for you" John raised his right hand showing him the anal bead as if it was a prize "and this one-" this time he raised his left hand showing the cock shaped dildo "I think this one will have to wait."

Watson kissed him again and started moving Sherlock's body as though he were a puppet master and his husband a lifeless toy. The taller man decided to do everything John wanted to do to him. This time there weren't going to be any impediments. Sherlock wanted and needed to give John everything he desired from him.

John pushed him until his back met the white, crisp and soon-to-be dirty sheets and let his mouth travel from Sherlock's throat to his crotch, leaving a sweet path of wet kisses along the way. Before the Detective could do or even say anything, John's mouth was taking his whole member. Sherlock arched his back and covered his mouth to stop himself from crying out with pleasure. John's mouth was working perfectly, sucking him with such a passion he thought he could die there, being taken by his lover. And when the orgasm was going to hit and fill his body, John stopped.

"Turn around."

The military tone filled the space between them and Sherlock moaned in protest. He needed release, and John was doing it perfectly. But then he realized what was coming next.

Little silicone balls were being introduced inside him, and he had to close his eyes and bit a pillow to prevent the screams he wanted to let go. Sherlock bent with his hands and knees resting on the mattress, his back to John. He could hear John chuckling darkly to himself. He was enjoying it. John Watson was enjoying the view: watching his husband being filled with waves of pleasure and pain, and the mix of both feelings were causing havoc inside Sherlock.

And John knew it.

"I'll make the whole week worth it, Sherlock. Just, relax."

And once the balls were fully inside Sherlock's entrance, John started removing one by one, slowly and then fast, preparing Sherlock for what was coming now.

"Ahh! John...!"

John kneeled before Sherlock and stroked his member, collecting the precum and lubricating himself with it.

"Turn around. I want to see your face when I'm fucking you... when I'm giving it to you up the arse"

And the man did as he was told. John knelt between his long and pale limbs and put his legs over his thighs. Then, Sherlock's arms grabbed his husband's strong biceps. Just with a tiny glimpse to that hard cock he knew was going to be inside him just in seconds. The Consulting Detective nodded, letting John know he was ready. The Soldier penetrated his husband with a quick and rough thrust, filling him completely. The dark haired man moaned in pain and pleasure. He was feeling every inch of his husband's hard member inside him; its tip, its length and even the veins around it which were conducting a large amount of blood.

John had to thank the triple cock ring. Not like is member was under the normal average size, but it certainly had helped him. The enhanced length of his penis ached; add to the equation that both men haven't been touching themselves for a whole week... Seven days...

The man continued thrusting. At the beginning he did it slowly, moving himself in and out from inside his husband. And John Watson loved the view. Sherlock was fighting to keep his eyes open and his mouth shut, when he wanted to scream John's name and let the whole neighbourhood know John Watson was the best lover in London.

"Hard John.-ple-please."

"Beg Sherlock. Beg for me."

Sherlock sucked the blonde's earlobe, making him shiver.

"Please John- I-I-I beg you. Fuck-k me harder!"

The man on top prepared everything. He put a pillow under Sherlock's waist and raised his legs, letting them rest on his shoulders, making sure the new angle was going to make things easier and John buried his cock in the depths of Sherlock's entrance and started moving fast and hard, accomplishing his husband's requests. His thrust were so hard that the bed started moving and shaking from its place, hitting the walls and consequently leaving tiny holes and marks in the wallpaper. Sherlock let his hands grab the wooden back of the bed, trying to hold onto something.

"John! John! Ahhhhh right there! Haaaaard!"

John's mouth was open, in an 'o' shape, enjoying Sherlock screaming his name and arching his whole body, electrified with the pleasure he was giving him.

And it was priceless.

He could feel his erect penis hitting that sweet spot and causing waves of pleasure for both.

When finally the lovers found their rhythm, Sherlock cupped his husband's arse, trying to make the penetration deeper and burying his member more and more inside him. John kissed him again, and sucked his lips and his throat, leaving little love bite marks all around Sherlock's pale skin. They didn't speak. The only sounds that could be heard were their moans and their erratic breaths and the bed moving over the floor and hitting the wall.

John was coming soon, he knew it but Sherlock didn't seem to be as close as he was. Maybe he needed some help, so he took his member which was being painfully stroked against their bellies and let his hand do something.

He stroked it so hard, making the man scream even more.

"John! I'm going to-"

And he came, screaming and moaning his name, arching his back and holding onto John's strong biceps. The Doctor continued inside him, thrusting a few more times until he came inside his husband and let his body fall over him. Sherlock removed the sweat from his pale forehead and John smiled at him, cuddling the taller man with his body.

Now they were trying to catch their breaths and calm themselves down when Sherlock grabbed the sweet jar from their bedside table and made his way down under the sheets. The cock ring worked as well as John expected. Maybe even more. After a good time shagging that man, he was still hard, full of lust and desire. He needed more, god knows he needed more and Sherlock knew it just with one look. The taller man used his index finger to decorate John's cock with the sweet substance and licked it. It reminded him of ice cream. But his husband's penis inside his mouth was taster than chocolate ice cream. Nothing could taste better than John. And once he had removed all the Nutella from his Doctor's penis, he hesitated for a moment, but then knew what was for the best.

"I want you."

Sherlock sat at the end of the bed, his long legs hanging from the edge of the mattress. His grey eyes, fixated on his lover's blue ones, were arousing enough to make John want another round. But the man didn't have any strength left in his legs. He had been thrusting and filling Sherlock for what felt like ages, and no matter how much he wanted to be as close as he always wanted to his husband, John couldn't move.

"Sit over me. I'll do the rest."

John's legs were shaking. But eventually he made it and he did as he was told. His back was glued to Sherlock's stomach. Both men could feel their chests moving and their hearts beating together in unison. When the blonde man sat over his lover, Sherlock penetrated him completely. Soon, his long and pale hands were on John's hips, moving him up and down, and thrusting inside every time the Doctor's arse met the Detective's crotch. Sherlock's hand moved John's head, letting it fall to his right side and sucked his earlobe and kissed his scarred shoulder, sending John waves of pleasure. That only made John moan even more and he started to move himself faster. The taller man didn't lose grip of John, using all the strength of his arms he had to raise and lower his body up and down and thrust hard, making John collapse over him with his cock exploding, releasing all his warm semen over both of them.

Sherlock sighed and laughed, kissing John's back. After all that pain, loneliness and need, a whole mix of feelings, after that whole week in which they didn't touch, Sherlock was happy. Happy because he was lying naked with the man of his life, the first and the only man he had ever loved.

"We forgot our new friend."

John had his eyes closed while his husband was happily clinging to his figure with his curly head over his chest.

"How did you do it, John? I have to say I could have never deduced about the sex shop."

"I told you I was going to make this week worth it."

"The anal bead, the handcuffs, the dildo, the cock ring... I am missing something, aren't I?"

John smiled and removed a cock shaped vibrator from under the pillow. "I wasn't that sure but, want to try this?"