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They went to bed, still naked and soaked from the hot shower they'd shared a few minuter earlier. John was almost asleep, head buried deeply into the pillow and making small tired moans as he was about to fall into dreaming. The detective observed him, drawing small circles around his ear and twinning his short hair. It was the first time he had seen John naked and now he could read him like a novel, every scar, mark and curve of him had it's own tale to tell. The scar on his left shoulder was easy, and John had already told him about what happened, but there was more. Under the left side of his torso, right under the ribs was a long scratch, it was old and stretched, it was probably from a childhood accident. Then there was the second gunshot, just beneath the scratch, it had healed but he was left with a deep scar almost like a dent.
"John?" he whispered and crawled close enough for the tip of their noses to touch. "Are you awake?" The doctor took a deep breath and could tell by the smell of the hair oil that the other man was close to him.
"Not for long." he whispered and felt how Sherlock wound his arms and legs around him. Something poked him in his sides and it took him a few seconds to figure out what. Once he did it made him smile again. "Already?" Sherlock gave him a dark chuckle and blew some hot air into his ear.
"It's been forty-five minutes." he whined like a child and pressed his groin to John's hip, it was warm and slick by the lotion he had used earlier. "And you're teasing me with that naked body of yours." John felt his lips curl into a smile by his words and he sighed lovingly.
"Do you want me to put on a pyjamas?" he asked even if he didn't plan to cover himself up.
"No." Sherlock murmured and kissed his nose. "I want you on top of me again." John choked and squinted his eyes in the soft light from outside the window.
"Now?" he asked and tried to collect every ounce of energy in his body, he was up for another round. The next second Sherlock started to grind himself against him, smiling cockily and eyes slimmed by lust.
"I'll let you go further." A jolt of energy hit John's body and he was wide awake in the bed.
"How far?" he asked and started to feel nervous in the detectives presence. Sherlock took his hand and placed it on his hip and John didn't stop himself from sliding it to his arse. He grabbed it it roughly and squeezed.
"Until I say stop." Sherlock smirked and John felt his member waking up, twitching against the sheets. "I saw the lube in your room when I moved your things." He reached behind his back and found the bottle, waved it in front his nose. And he called John a tease? "Now, prepare me." The doctor's eyes widened by the order and he was eager to obey it. "Please." John turned to him and Sherlock's already leaking head bumped into his cock, making the detective chuckle as he was pulled into a deep kiss.
"You silly man." John groaned and and pushed him back in the bed, his plan was to make Sherlock feel his domination so he pinned his hips to the bed, making him unable do move. Sherlock whimpered by John's sudden attack, he wasn't expecting this. This, he liked.
"Oh John." he breathed and felt how his doctor spread his legs and sat on his knees between them. Lips soft as feathers touched his collarbone, finding a trail over his ribs, down to his bellybutton where John dipped his tongue and Sherlock shivered by the wet muscle teasing. The lips continued over his abdomen and came very close to his throbbing cock that was begging for attention, but John ignored it for now, just kept teasing the area around it, nibbling and licking. "Oh, John... " He had never been kissed so intimate before, he never knew a pair of lips and a tongue could work such miracles on his body. Then he heard a click and he looked down to see John coating his fingers in the slick liquid. The sight made him tremble, those fingers were about to go inside of him and he had no idea what to expect.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." he whispered and placed a wet kiss on his shaft. A slender digit circled his entrance and he swallowed nervously. Just as the it entered him John licked his throbbing shaft and Sherlock moaned loudly by it. His mind gave up to the needs of his body and he gripped onto John's hair. "Oh god!" Whatever John had done to him he wanted more and he was ready to beg for it. "Please, don't stop..." The finger wiggled inside him and John giggled when he saw what he did to his lover, and he hadn't even started the search for the sweet spot yet. He pushed his finger in and out of Sherlock's behind, coating him with the lube so the next finger wouldn't hurt.
"Do you want me to add one more?" Sherlock felt another slender finger touch his entrance and he whimpered as he gave him a quick nod. But before John pushed in he crawled on top of him again, nibbled the vain that was showing on his tensed neck. Right under his ear, he found a sweet spot and Sherlock held his breath so he didn't moan loudly. Then he pushed in and the detective felt a slight burning sensation to his muscle, but still, the urges to fuck himself on those fingers made him move his hips in need, he wanted it so badly. "You okay?" the doctor asked him worriedly and lifted his head to meet his green-blue eyes that were open wide. "How does it feel?" Sherlock pierced him with a single look and he uttered a whimper.
"Bloody brilliant." he whispered and John could breathe out above him again.
"Good." he said and kissed his already parted lips, let his tongue explore the wet cavern while he slipped his fingers in and out. Sherlock pinned himself to the doctors shoulders and closed his eyes when John suddenly crocked his fingers, sending sparks out to every limb.
"Oh dear lord!" he shouted into his mouth and bucked his hips upwards. John had found his prostate and with just one poke he was so close to the stars he could feel the heat. He whimpered violently and John pulled back to see his reaction.
"How was that?" he asked and pushed his fingers in once more, seeing how Sherlock melted underneath him. Eyes hazed, sweat pearling on his forehead and cheeks turning bright pink. John couldn't believe he was the one doing this to him.
"Ooh, oh John.." he breathed heavily and moved down on his fingers. "What did you do?" The doctor didn't reveal what he'd just done with his knowledge in anatomy. His smooth tongue flicked over the tensed muscle on his neck and he brushed over his prostate again. The man shrudded beneath him, moaned his name like a prayer as his green-blue eyes fogged. John needed to be inside him soon.
The same pool-up as earlier started to come back in his abdomen. This time it felt bigger, but yet lingered. He moved down again, rotated his hips to get John to hit that spot again but John suddenly pulled out. It was a huge disappointment to feel so empty. To his surprise it angered him and he needed John back inside him.
"John." he murmured, lost track of how many times he'd called that name the last couple of minutes. "I need..." What did he need? He wasn't sure yet. It was all so new, so exciting, so many things to discover and John was the only teacher he wanted and needed to learn... this. And, this was something he needed to master, get good at, just like every other subject he admired.
"What do you need?" John asked him, his voice had dropped a whole octave by now and Sherlock had never had such a clouded mind, he was desperate to clear it.
"I need you." he moaned when he felt something blunt stroke against his opening, sending jolts of electricity through out his body. "I need you John."
John slicked his cock with the remaining lube on his fingers, watched how Sherlock skin prickled and chest heaving in need. He had never looked so beautiful. Hair was sticking out in every direction on his head, lips parted as he breathed heavily in lust, his manhood dripping with pre-cum onto his own stomach. Sherlock was telling him the truth, he needed him.
"Just relax." he whispered and levelled with his teared eyes. "Just look at me."
And he did, locked his hazed eyes on the only thing that seemed important right now, John. Everything around him, the adventures outside of these walls of Bakes street could wait for a life time as it seemed. John was more important that every crime, every murderer out there, and far more distracting. The blunt object slowly sank into him and he grasped his doctor by his shoulder, piercing him with his eyes as the pressure started a slight burn. But John gave him a reassuring smile that told him that it was going to be fine. He trusted his doctor.
"You okay?" John asked him and let out a little whimper when he felt the already tight passage clamp around him. Sherlock uttered a groan as he nodded and John understood that there was some pain he was to modest to reveal, but his eyes were still locked at him. "I'll just stay still for a moment." But apparently Sherlock wanted him to keep going, his arousal could easily overcome the boring pain. He wiggled his hips again and John sunk deeper into him with a surprised moan. "Aah.. Sher..."
He lost it, his eyes slammed shut and he fought every urge in his body so he wouldn't pound him hard and fast to reach the glorious peak of orgasm. And he was the one supposed to be in control. A few deep breaths and a mind clearing sigh he looked down on his lover again; so beautiful and godlike. He reached down and caressed the inside of his slim thigh, placed his hand in the hollow of his knee, already sweaty by their hot action, and pulled his leg up around his waist to get a better access.
"How does it feel?" he asked Sherlock in a whisper and watched him with glittering eyes as he placed a arm around his neck, hosting himself up on it. Sherlock was trembling; of lust or nervousness, he didn't know.
"You can start moving if you like." he answered him and sneaked his long arm around his waist, the other hand clutching the sheets. John didn't need to be told twice, he nailed his free hand to his sharp hip and pulled out until only the head of his shaft was still inside him, his detective whimpering by the friction. He filled him again and Sherlock's eyes fluttered when he hit his sweet spot head on.
"Ooh, christ." he stammered and his head fell to the side, John still moving gracefully inside him, ever so carefully. He liked it, how could he had put this off for so long? This, this was incredible. He could hear himself breathing heavily as John's movements inside him caused a painful sucking in his abdomen, he needed release.
"Sherlock?" Had he lost him? The man was lying boneless beneath him, just breathing, eyes closed and... No, a slight moan slipped over his lip and John smirked. Sherlock was enjoying himself. "Sherlock?" He leaned down nibbled his jaw as he quickened his pace, pounding him to go deeper. "Please, look at me." The detective uttered yet another whimper and turned his face to him, captured by a deep kiss. Their tongues met each other in a wet sensual dance and John swallowed his own name from Sherlock's mouth. The detective gave in to his urges and met every thrust with a rocking, taking John deeper and feeling him brush over his prostate. Sherlock never wanted this to end.
John felt the passage tightening around him and Sherlock breath grew heavier, but he was tensed, like he was trying to hold back. He left his lips and let go of his leg so he could caress his cheek. The detective moaned loudly and his beautiful eyes fluttered.
"Relax." he whispered and nibbled his jaw. "Just let go." And he did, squirming against him to give his prostate what it needed. Mouth fell open to let out the loud moaning he couldn't control and he clawed John's back in pure overstimulation. There was no way John could hold back any longer. He rammed himself into him, feeling his balls slap Sherlock arse for each time and the friction. God the friction. This was not the time for caution. He wanted Sherlock to come and he needed it to happen now.
"Ah, John! JOHN!" Hearing his own name being so erotically expressed pulled him into his own climax. The tight space between them got soaked by Sherlock's spunk and the mans mouth fell open in a silent scream.
"Ooh, Sher... " He groaned his lovers name again and again until the name sounded strange. Then pulsed inside him, emptied himself and having the best orgasm in years. Possibly ever. He just kept coming inside him when he suddenly panicked and his eyes shot open, meeting the crock of Sherlock neck. The fact hit him like a ton of bricks. "Oh god!" But it was to late. "I'm so sorry!" This was bad, how could he have been so stupid. They didn't use any sort of protection, it never came to mind to even slip on a condom. What had he done?
"Don't worry." Sherlock groaned, still whimpering and exhausted by the powerful orgasm. "I'm clean, and I suppose you're too?" There was no doubt about it. Every partner he'd had sex with and broken up with had always ended with a testing. He was a doctor and wanted to stay healthy. But still, he felt rude for not thinking about protection not even pulling out.
"John." said Sherlock to make him stop his pondering. "Less than two hours ago I said that I love you. I think that come with some benefits, don't you think?" Slender finger brushed through his hair and he calmed himself, enjoyed the stage of post-coital on top of his lover.
"I guess." he sighed and moved his hip to slide out of him. "Did you like it?" The chest underneath his ear vibrated by the deep chuckle and soft lips was pressed to his crown.
"Very much so, yes." said the detective and his breathing evened out. "I just need to get better." And those words made John laugh.
"I guess we'll have to practise together then." It had already crossed Sherlock's mind.
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