Sherlock cornered John in the kitchen, against the table which held all Sherlock's beakers, and other specimen. He had his mouth on John's neck, sucking lightly as the other male moaned out in pleasure.
"Sherlock..." John panted, lightly tugging at Sherlock's dark locks. He had always wanted to taste John, to feel him writhe underneath his presence. The soft noises coming from John, made Sherlock shiver with pleasure. John was emitting a feeling of want, and need, making Sherlock's mouth water.
"John, turn over." He said into the others skin, making John swallow hard. Both have never been this excited before, the new sensations making both of them feel wild.
"Sherlock," John breathed," you sure you know what you're doing?" His voice was shaking a bit from excitement as he turned his back to Sherlock.
"I've been studying." Sherlock replied, he began to John's jacket off, tossing to the side. He slowly touched John's shoulders, running his fingers up and down the short mans body. Sherlock raised John's arms, tugging his shirt up and over his head, dropping it onto the floor.
He saw John's scar. It was on his right side of his shoulder, the flesh pinkish purple. Sherlock ran his slender fingers over it, making John shiver.
"You're like an ice cube," John muttered, making Sherlock smirk.
"I suppose its time you helped warm me up then?" He asked, his silky voice making John harder than he already was. John clung to the side of the table as Sherlock caressed his skin, making him shiver with anticipation.
"God Sherlock...Please, touch me." He moaned out, moving his right hand back to touch Sherlock's hair as he suckled on John's skin. Sherlock had his hands wandering the front of John's body, making his way down to the buttons of his trousers. Slowly popping the buttons open, Sherlock began to pull John's trousers down. John was breathing hard, and he could feel Sherlock's stiffness behind him.
With the trousers discarded, and John aching in his red pants, Sherlock started the fun.
He pulled down John's pants, and made him lean forward on his chest against the table. He felt as Sherlock wrapped his long fingers around John's length, rubbing his thumb of the tip, smearing precome around. John didn't hold back. He bucked into Sherlock's hand, aching for more friction.
"God..You're so beautiful." He whispered huskily into John's back, gently kissing the slightly tanned skin. John just moaned in response, lost in the pleasure of Sherlock's touch. He felt a fire begin to build in his stomach, growing faster as Sherlock stroked him.
"Sherlock!" He yelled out, his voice probably heard by the neighbors and or Mrs. Hudson. John came onto the table in spurts, his body shuddering from his orgasm. He was breathing hard, sweat covering his body. The intensity of it all made Sherlock's senses reach its limits, making him strain against his trousers.
"I hope you know," Sherlock said, kissing John behind his neck," we're not done yet."
He then grabbed John's arm, leading him to his room. Tossing him onto the bed, Sherlock climbed over him so he was between his thighs. Sherlock unbuttoned his shirt, tossing the purple silk to the side. He quickly began to unbuckle his trousers, hastily taking them off as John watched. His softened muscle beginning to become hard again at the sight of Sherlock undressing in front of him.
They made love like hungry animals. Sherlock quickly grabbing lube from the top shelf near his bed, squirting a good amount onto his index and middle finger. He slowly pushed his index finger into John, who had his legs over Sherlock's shoulder. John moaned out loudly as Sherlock added the other finger, scissoring him into a hot mess. Curling his fingers that made John see stars in his vision.
"Sherlock!" He called out, his arms flying and tangling into the sheets as he arched his back, pushing down onto Sherlock's fingers. When Sherlock thought that John was ready, he withdrew his fingers lining himself up with John's hole. He was in between John's legs, supporting himself on his elbows, hovering over the doctor. For a second there, they looked into each others eyes, and time seemed to go slow. They both were covered in sweat, words unspoken between the two.
Sherlock searched John's eyes for any signs of doubt, but John simply lifted his head bringing his lips to connect with the other mans. And with that Sherlock slowly pushed into John, his warmth enveloping him.
"Oh God John!" He moaned against John's lips, the other male sighing in pleasure. Sherlock began to rock his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of John. He found a good rhythm, hitting the sweet spot in John head on. When John got used to it, Sherlock began to thrust faster in and out of him, fucking him into the mattress.
"Oh fuck, Sherlock!" John cursed, nearing his climax again. He reached for his weeping member, pumping himself into his orgasm. Sherlock crashed their lips together, coming hard into John.
"Oh John," Sherlock breathed hard slowly pulling out of the smaller man, his seed slowly flowing out of John's hole. He collapsed next to the other man, his breathing ragged and hard. John was also breathing hard, turning slightly to look at Sherlock.
"I'm topping next time, you hear me?" He said hoarsely, making Sherlock chuckle.
"Not bad for a virgin, don't you think?" Sherlock joked, making both of them begin to laugh together. As they began to calm down, the sleepiness after sex coming over them, John covered them with the blanket they had kicked off during the fun. Sherlock scooting closer and nuzzling into John's chest, while John stroked his hair.
Their connection felt more intense this time, as though they were made for eachother. Before Sherlock nodded off into his chest, John asked a question that was on both of their minds.
"Why do you think we have..whatever this is?" He tapped on his temple with his index finger, signaling that he was talking about their connection.
"Hm," Sherlock started, pausing for a moment," why not?" He asked back, making the other smile. "It stumps me as to why we have this. And it makes my blood boil when I can't tell if w can control it or it is just random. Yet, that doesn't matter to me. All that does is that it gave me you, and I would never give that up.." John forgot how to breathe, while Sherlock kissed the skin in front of him. Their lips met for a lazy kiss, moving together for silent words to be exchanged between the two.
"Wonder what Mrs. Hudson will think when she sees us together…" John began when their lips parted, genuinely curious.
"Well all I know is that she owes me a month of doing all experiments I want, while she doesn't complain." Sherlock smirked, proud of himself.
"What's that all about?" John raised an eyebrow.
"I bet we would shag to establish our relationship, getting lost in the moment, only panting each others names. While she bet we would simply start dating, like normal people. Poor old woman, she has no idea what the world is like nowadays," John felt his cheeks flush as Sherlock placed an arm over his waist, and placed a leg in between John's.
"Nice to know I had any say in this." John retored, earning a snort from Sherlock.
"John, this certain activity we did had you yelling my name so loud we might have gotten a few complaints from the neighbors, and or gave old Hudders a heart attack, either way, it ensured that I had won the bet. So you saying things, helped me win a month free of Mrs. Hudson complaining about body parts in the fridge."
"Glad to know us shagging like animals helped you prove a point," He added, smiling into Sherlock's dark locks of hair.
"I heard no complaints coming from you," Sherlock quipped, resulting in John nearly strangling him with a pillow.
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Okay! So I hope you like the story! Sorry if the ending is bad or something, my internet has been going haywire and so I have had to deal with no internet sometimes. Anyways! I may or may not revise it, all depends!