When we finally reached our flat, we busted through the door lips locked together. A battle for dominance very apparent between the both of us, and I won. John had given up, allowing me to explore his mouth further. As we snogged like high schoolers in the middle of the doorway, I realized that it wasn't time for us to do this yet. I wanted the beginning of our relationship to be something special. Not just a quick fucking, but John's body against mine felt too good to ruin it. Yet, I had to confirm this was what he wanted.
"John," i moaned, moving my lips to his neck and kissing the skin of his collar bone. "Are you sure?..." I kissed his collarbone, the sweet succulent skin making me want to bite hard into it, to see it bruise and bleed.
"Sherlock, oh god yes...I want you." I looked up to the man before me. Honest beauty is what he possesed, making me want to never let him go. His eyes were clouded with lust and passion, his lips wet from our hard snogging. I felt something break inside me when he said those words, maybe my will, maybe my sanity. All I knew was that he consented, and I needed him to. Granting my wish he opened the door for my twisted fantasies that I wanted us both to experience, my dirty thoughts clouding my mind.
"John," I moved up to his ear whispering in it," you don't know what I want to do to you. all the things I want you to do to me, the thought gets me so turned on." I licked the shell of his ear as I started to unbutton his shirt, feeling the skin underneath. I played with one of his nipples, pinching and twisting it lightly till it got perky and hard.
I felt John place a hand on the hem of my trousers, fumbling with the buttons. I smirked, and ripped off his shirt throwing it somewhere. I needed his warmth, I needed him.
"Sherlock…" He moaned when I started to kiss him again. I massaged his tongue with my own, deepening the passionate bliss we were in. I pushed him against the wall pinning him there, kissing him with all my being. I felt John wrap his arm around my neck bringing us so close, his bare chest touching my clothed one. I had my hands on his hips, grinding my leg between his, feeling him get hard against me.
"Let me get this off." I growled against his lips, and John frantically helped me take off my purple shirt, tossing it away also, never once breaking our kiss. His hands were all over me in an instant, touching me and running his hands through my hair. I felt him make his way back down to my trousers, and pulled the zipper down, sliding his hand into my trousers. I moaned out in pleasure as he rubbed me through my pants.
"Oh...John." I moaned out, unraveling under his touch. I felt him smile, and broke away from the kiss, both of our chests heaving.
"You like it like that?" John huskily said, he was looking me straight in the eyes, his face full blown with lust. As he rubbed his hand up and down against my pants I couldn't help but moan out John's name, resting my head on his shoulder. I began to kiss and suck on his shoulder, creating a love bite on his perfect skin. I moved to his neck, collarbone, any skin I felt I sucked on, creating small bruises upon him. As he rubbed me I wanted him to put his hand in my pants, but didn't want to press him to do it.
"John...I can't...I need to be in you." I growled into his skin. I felt him laugh and he pulled back his hand, making me whimper in disagreement. I brought our lips together again, slowly moving our lips together we shared a sweet kiss. I took my chance and pushed our hardened groins together, causing us to moan into each others mouths. I slowly thrusted my hard on, onto his, in a slow rocking motion. John tangled his hands into my hair again and lightly tugged on it, making me growl and I pulled away.
"I would say 'Bed. Now.' But, I can't hold it….So, instead,'Couch. Now." I slipped my hand into his, and led him upstairs in a storm of snogging. When we finally reached our sitting room, I started to pull his trouser down, and he pulled mine down, never breaking our kiss. I finally pulled his zipper down, and lifted him up into my arms. I turned and settled myself onto the plush couch, John settling into my lap. Kissing him tenderly, I pulled away and looked him into the eyes.
"You're so beautiful, John." I whispered to him, causing him to blush.
"No need to be modest, Sherlock. You don't need to say those things…" He stated, smiling at me, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.
"John...You told me never to lie to you, so I won't. I am sorry if my opinion is a bit too much, but I am just being truthful." I pecked John oh his lips and and saw how lustful his eyes were. I smirked evilly. "Now..Enough talk...We should continue, right love?" I lowered my hands to his hips and slowly started to push his trousers off his pants, his butt sliding out as they lowered. I massaged his ass with my hands, and I felt John shiver under my touch.
"God...Sherlock… You bloody tease…" He moaned out. John was holding onto my shoulders, and had his head in the crook of my neck. His breath was hot against my neck, he was also pushing his butt out into my hands.
I finally couldn't handle my erection anymore, john's constant moaning was driving me crazy and I needed him. I pulled John's red pants down, his bare arse showing.
"Let me get you out of these," I whispered into his ear. He whimpered in agreement, as he shifted, allowing me to pull off his trousers and pants. I felt my erection strain against my pants, the sight of John's cock bounce out of his pants made we want to devour him.
As he hovered over me, stark naked, I couldn't help but stare. I felt like I could come just from looking at him. He kissed me, and I felt his hands starting to pull my hard erection out of my pants.
"Stretch me." John breathed out, as he grasped my dick into his hand.
"Yes, my dear doctor." I replied, moving my right hand in front of his face. I stuck out two finger, and slowly touched John's lips. "Lick." I ordered, gasping as I felt John start to move his hand up and down my shaft. He took the digits into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around them.
When they were wet enough, I slid my fingers out of his mouth, and moved them down to his arse. I circled his arsehole, before I slowly plunged my fingers into the man before me. I heard John hiss in pain, and start to slowly kiss his neck. As I slowly stretched him, I felt him twitch on the the inside, squeezing me lightly. John was slowly jerking me off, making me moan against his skin.
I curled my fingers and heard John cry out, his breathing was ragged and his voice was like music to my ears.
"Sherlock! Please…." he moaned out my name," I need you…"
I smiled and brought my lips to his, kissing him roughly. I felt John flick the tip of my penis with his thumb, spreading my precum around the shaft of my penis. I moaned into his mouth, and plunged my fingers deeper into him, all the way to the knuckles. I slid my fingers out, causing John to shiver and whine in protest. I kissed him roughly, our tongues dancing together. I pulled John closer to me, my hands on his hips, placing his hole right over my erection.
"Here we go love.." I whispered aggressively to him. And with that, I plunged into the loose flesh of my lover. I saw stars all around me, as I felt the warm wet flesh squeeze tightly around my throbbing erection. I stayed put as John got adjusted, his hands digging into the skin on my shoulders, I hissed in the mix of pain and pleasure. We both were breathing like animals, and moaning sweet nothings to each other.
"Sherlock...move...please." And I adjusted myself, to where I was able to hit his prostate, thrusting up into his body I attacked the bundle of nerves. John moaned really loud as I fucked him senseless. Bucking my hips up, I thrusted deep into him. The heat and sounds emitting from the both of us was intoxicating, making me want to draw more out from him. The sound of John's arse slapping against my thighs, the sound echoing about. John pushed his hips down against my thrusts emitting more pleasure, from the look on John's face I seemed to be doing a good job.
John suddenly moved his hand and started to touch himself, and I had a clear view of it.
"Sher-...I'm com-" John moaned out, and soon he cried out, releasing into his hand. The heat clamped around my erection, along with my hard thrusting into John's body sent me over the edge.
"John!" I yelled out, gripping his thighs so hard, I might've let bruises on them as I released into him. I slowly thrusted into John, riding my orgasm out. We were panting against each other, our bodies all sweaty and covered in semen. John collapsed against me, our foreheads against each other, our bodies wasted. I slowly pulled out of John as we began to lay on the couch. I wrapped my arms around my lover, bringing us close to each other.
John sighed in content as we laid together, skin against skin.
"Mrs. Hudson will probably yell her head off when she sees us..." John mumbled against my chest, causing me to laugh in agreement.
"Ah, yes. Then she'll notice the mess we made and probably say 'I'm not your housekeeper.' Then clean up after us.." I replied, causing John to giggle at me.
I placed a kiss on his forehead, and felt him tracing a pattern on my back.
"Sherlock...what are we now?" John asked quietly.
"Well...I would assume by the fucking we just did, we would be considered lovers? Or in a relationship...I mean...If you want." I muttered the last part, causing John to laugh again.
"Sherlock...I would've expected you to predict, that by letting you fuck me...I was hoping that would be confirming our relationship." I noticed John's ears were red, and chucked as he buried his face deeper into my chest. I rubbed his back up and down, feeling John's rising and falling chest against mine.
"You're right, John..." I finally said," and I just want to say something. John Hamish Watson, I love you... And I am sorry..." I felt John stiffen under me, but I continued," And I am sorry, that it took me...2 years, for me to say it, after everything I put you through-" I felt John suddenly get up, breaking away from me. His eyes were red, and tears were rolling down his face, making me sit up fast.
"Shut up.." John whispered, almost inaudible.
"Joh-" I began, but got cut off by John suddenly yelling.
"STOP!" He shouted, making me cringe. His chest was heaving, face beet red, and he was shaking a bit. He seemed to calm a bit down, his eyes softening a bit. "Just stop...Don't apologize Sherlock..." He seemed to be confused as to why he was angry, and it concerned me.
"John..." I reached for him, flinching under my touch he looked up at me." I have to say this, to clear everything..." But John just held up his hand, his face a blank mask of emotion. I felt my heart drop due to me never seeing him like this, and it scared the hell out of me.
"I need to think...I'm sorry Sherlock...I..I love you. But I need to be alone for a while." Before I could even respond, John was already getting up, and bent to pick up his clothes off the floor. Not turning to face me he stalked up to his room, slamming the door to his room. I didn't know I was holding my breath, until I felt suddenly alone. I was only in my trousers, but I felt a sudden cold from the lack of heat form where John was. I sat there stunned for a bit, until I finally was thinking in circles. Frustrated, I stood, and walked over to my violin stand and picked up my violin. I picked up my bow and nestled my violin under my chin.
I played my heart out, the raw emotion I felt enveloping me. I swear I heard a slight muffled sobbing, but I was too heart broken to confirm it... I played through the day, and when the moon rose high in the sky I continued to play...Waiting for John to come down the stairs that separated us.