Sorry to keep you all waiting! And Thank you all for waiting! I love you!
A permission which came as a request, was all that John needed. He didn't hesitate once before bringing Sherlock beneath him in one swift movement. Sherlock laid spread out below his John like a miracle had come to life. Wanting, needing, completely devoted.
This was the ultimate opportunity for John to show how much he loved the man. He would give Sherlock every pleasure, every caresses. He would memorize every part of Sherlock. John would anchor his soul with Sherlock's forever, tonight.
John placed his elbows on either side of his lover's head. He took in the heavy breathing sounds that Sherlock was making. John moved so very lightly and pressed his manhood with Sherlock's.
Sherlock shivered and tilted his head backwards. John gently caressed Sherlock's face with his fingertips. Sherlock didn't open his eyes. John started planting long lingering kisses on the exposed, white, long, delicate neck of his lover. Sherlock was in a fever-like state, his mind had floated away somewhere. John looked at him and smiled. He slowly caressed his face and made Sherlock open his eyes.
"You'll tell me if anything hurts." He demanded. Sherlock nodded.
John continued his ministrations down his body. Sherlock kept making impossible noises of pleasure. He held on to the sheet as if his life depended on it. When John sucked at the sides of his stomach, Sherlock almost trembled like a leaf.
John had seen Sherlock writhing in pain on the same bed. He saw Sherlock writhing in pleasure, wanting more tonight. John had seen all of Sherlock.
Sherlock had seen John in extreme agony while letting him go. Sherlock saw John always giving, caring, loving him. Today he saw the ultimate expression.
John's mind went completely blank while kissing Sherlock's pale, smooth thighs and he almost forgot about all the other reactions from his own body. John decided he could stay like this forever, engrossed in these marble column-like legs. The man beneath him sighed heavily and called out his name.
"John" his name in a deep resonating tone. Pleading.
"Just a few more minutes, love." John smiled in Sherlock's inner thigh.
It was getting excruciating for Sherlock. He wanted to be taken by his lover,and now he was being completely, devastatingly, irrecoverably taken.
Sherlock's whole body twisted when John put his warm, soft lips on the skin under his feet.
Sherlock almost lost consciousness when he felt himself inside his lover's mouth. He held on to John's golden hair trying not to give away. Tears of joy running down his temples.
John came up finally and covered Sherlock's body with his. He stroked Sherlock's face, hair and placed numerous kisses on them, each one followed by his name.
As John reached for the bedside table Sherlock took hold of his hand.
"No, you don't need that."
Sherlock said in an aroused husky voice.
John frowned.
"I went for test this morning. I'm negative." Sherlock breathed out.
John was astounded for a moment. "That's where you went this morning?"
The man beneath him nodded. "I couldn't risk you. I want you, in me as you are." Sherlock said looking into Jon's eyes.
John silently cursed himself for mistrusting this most faithful man. He closed his eyes and encircled the man's torso with his hands. Sherlock hitched up his knees and crossed his ankles over John's lower half.
Both men cried silently as they as they became a part of one another after a moment.