Sherlock closed the bedroom door nonchalantly, watching John like a hawk. John crawled into the left hand side of the double bed, as he always did when the pair went to bed. This time was different, however, Sherlock felt as though there was a dangerous criminal in the room by the way he could feel prickling fear cross the back of his neck and his arm hairs standing on end.
He paused as he stood in the corner of the room watching John settle between the sheets. John then sat up and removed his robe. Sherlock's heart began a peculiar hammering against his chest plate. He felt decidedly odd.
John noticed the detectives sudden silence and frozen movement.
"Sherlock, do you still want to-?" The man asked, unsure of what words to best use.
Sherlock snapped out of his apparent stupor, now approaching the bed as he removed his suit blazer and began unbuttoning his shirt.
John subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation as he watched the detective undress at the foot of the bed, there was something so fascinating about Sherlock's movements; even the simple task of removing ones tightly tailored shirt was riveting to watch.
Sherlock sat awkwardly on the bed still wearing his tailored trousers and he bent to remove his socks. John raised a warm hand to follow the curvature of Sherlock's spine.
"You know, you really should eat from time to time" John said gently.
Sherlock turned to him and smiled weakly. "Do you like fattening up your romantic interests, John?"
John chuckled lightly, still not removing his hand from Sherlock's back. "Come here, you giant beanpole" he said fondly, pulling Sherlock into the bed.
Sherlock looked a little shocked at first to find himself on his back underneath a hungry looking and sparsely clothed doctor.
"Sherlock, if you don't like it, or if you are uncomfortable and want to stop, push me off ok?" John briefed his face serious as he held himself above the detective.
"Jesus, John, what have I signed up for?" Sherlock said worriedly.
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised" John said in a husky voice.
John gently lowered his body onto the taller man, gasping slightly at the contact of skin on skin, marvelling in the fact that no one else had been this close to Sherlock. What started as a gentle, loving and reassuring brush of lips against lips quickly transformed into a ferocious and violent form of passion. Sherlock learned quickly and soon was overtaking John, pushing the doctor to the side to gain dominance. John moaned into the detective's mouth, writhing in Sherlock's strong grasp but not fighting for supremacy; he was quite happy to be overruled as he always was by Sherlock.
Sherlock's confidence grew as he weighted John down, rubbing every inch of himself against John's body underneath him. Suddenly the clothing he wore was too much, he needed to straddle John, he wanted complete skin contact. Without words Sherlock jumped to his feet and swiftly removed the remaining clothing, pouncing back onto John with renewed vigour.
The minutes were bypassed as the men's hands flew everywhere, a complete lack of control took over in the bedroom for the first time. Sherlock growled as he ground his hips into John's, the simple act of friction bringing so much pleasure. The taller man opened his eyes to look down at his doctor, the man he currently possessed, his face was flushed, his eyes were bright and his moans became breathy as he reached out for Sherlock, the sight drove the detective wild.
Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingled with each other's and made the room smell gloriously masculine. John couldn't get enough of this feeling, being completely controlled by his flatmate, the brilliant Sherlock Holmes' attention was all his with no interruption. He looked up at the brunette, watching his bright grey eyes roll and flicker under long eyelashes as he continuously ground his hips into John's, John was close, he watched as Sherlock's mouth parted and his breathing became erratic. He was causing this; John was causing Sherlock to become an animal of desire, and with that thought, John's back arched and his eyes fell into the back of his head in pleasure. He screamed his flatmates name and bucked wildly, a hot liquid landing between them.
John rode the wave of complete ecstasy with ease, slowly coming back around in time to see the great detective's grey eyes wide and his breathing harsh, the man was still thrusting, now into John's fresh deposit across his hip and chest.
John braced the man with his hands on his upper arms;
"Sherlock, come here" John said, his excitement picking up once more as he moved one hand to Sherlock's swollen organ. Sherlock stopped moving and stared down at John with slight fear, apprehension and worry etched into his forehead. "It's ok, you've just got to let go Sherlock, try not to think" John whispered against the younger mans' lips before he kissed them, distracting Sherlock from what he was doing further down; John used what he could to lubricate Sherlock as fully as he could before redirecting the taller man to his own opening. "Careful" John whispered as he broke their kiss just enough to wrap a hand around his waist and gently pull him into him.
Sherlock's jaw dropped open of its own accord, his eyes staring into John's deep blue ones in wonder. John gritted his teeth as Sherlock breached the barrier between their bodies. A series of gasps and groans were released until Sherlock was fully inside his doctor. They paused for a moment as John realised his own excitement was back in full force.
"John" Sherlock managed as he stared, still wide eyed, at his flatmate.
"Sher-….pull out a little and push back in, slowly" John instructed breathlessly. Sherlock did as he was instructed, feeling white hot pulses running through his veins. Simultaneously the pair cried out, Sherlock loudest of all as his whole body went ridged before falling onto John; still tightly packed inside the smaller man.
For a while the two men focussed on their breathing, John subconsciously running a hand through Sherlock's sweat ridden curls.
"John" Sherlock started as he lifted his head from John's shoulder.
"Hmm" John said, his eyes lazily closed as he basked in a double orgasm adventure.
"Thank you" Sherlock said quietly.
John opened his eyes then to look up at the wonderful man lying atop him.
"I belong to you now, Sherlock" John said with a slight smile. "I'm yours"
Sherlock smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "When do you make me yours?" The younger man asked, nudging John's nose with his own.
"Give me ten minutes" John said, a full set of teeth were revealed as he smiled widely up at Sherlock and gave a small breathy chuckle, receiving a kiss for his answer.
The End