/ Author's notes: SMUT! SMUT! SMUT! If you don't wish to read this chapter you don't have to. But do know they did have make up sex/
The kiss carried on, becoming more deeper with every movement. Each touch caused Sherlock's head to slowly be consumed by lust, making him crave more of John. Never had he kissed in such a passionate way, neither had he thought that he would desire it as much either. It was fascinating to the detective as he took in every detail of their reactions, making sure never to break the contact. A soft moan escaping as the doctor groped his arse slowly, causing Sherlock to press John hard against the wall. Increase in perspiration, pulse and size genitals. The deductions flew through his brain, parting slowly to look down at his partner. His sexually arousal only building as their pants intermingled. Licking his lips slowly, he gently rushed his hand under the doctor's shirt. Experimenting with every touch to make the other moan out for more.
John was not expecting Sherlock to be so bold, in fact he always imaged it being the other way around. The touch warm touch against his skin caused him to twitch, his heart pounding loudly in his head. Mouth staying wide open as he panted, trying to focus on Sherlock. The doctor rested his forehead on the other's, back strongly pressed against the wall as he gripped onto the detective's arse. Sharply he gasped as Sherlock's delectably lithe fingers circled his nipple, teasing the man each time around. Every touch was causing the doctor's body to heat up, the lust bubbling deep up inside him. The moans becoming more fluent as the touches carried on, eyes closing slowly as their lips pressed together once more.
Both of their hearts pounded in their chest as the kiss became deep. Sherlock grinding slowly against John, as slipped out his hand. Lust consuming his brain as the pure hunger showed in his eyes. Breaking the kiss, the detective kissed down slowly. Stopping at only at the other's neck, sucking deeply before biting in the same spot. Eyes flicking up each time to watch the doctor's reaction. The blood rushing to the point of attention as he sucked hard, hard enough to mark the delicate skin. The deep moans caused him to smirk as he lightly trailed kisses once more.
"You need this...you crave my touch...don't you John" Sherlock whispered his words into the other's neck as he felt him shudder.
"Oh god yes!" John panted loudly as the low chuckle rose from the detective.
"Let me help you then..." The doctor raised an eyebrow as he took the moment to breath slowly. Leaning his head back on the wall as the deep breathes were welcome to his lungs. His thoughts mangled with the current ongoing events, thinking only about what was to happen. Face turning a deep red as he imaged it, gulping as they did. John's thoughts was interrupted as he suddenly felt his trousers drop to the floor, eyes quickly opening to watch. His hands now gently placed on the back of Sherlock's neck, as his eyes watched the other slowly lick his bottom lip. The warm tongue quickly running along his member, the material blocking from the full touch. The doctor's hands gripped onto the man's shirt, his brain cursing himself for not going commando. The moans becoming deeper as the lust heightened, his bulge pulsing from the need.
Sherlock's smile widened, his hand gently petting the man's cock through the material. The teases being experiments to see how far he could push John. It had been far too long since the doctor had any form of sexual contact and it showed. He relished from the power he had over the man right now. Using his teeth, the detective gripped onto the band of the briefs bringing them down enough to expose the length. Smirking once more as he looked over the leaking organ.
"My, My...what do we have here" With a purr his hand gently ran along circled the base. Watching the reactions he got from so little touch, each deduction becoming notes inside his brain for next time. Gently he sucked the tip, getting used to the taste. The moans coming from above being pure beauty to his ears. Taking in all the details before bobbing his head down the cock, taking as much as possible. His tongue swirling to find the places that made the doctor moan, nothing being left untouched.
John moaned loudly as he felt Sherlock's mouth swallow him whole. His hands burring them self into the long black curls, the grip becoming tighter with each bob of the head. The doctor's own head tilted, eyes closed as he breathed deeply. Each moan being deeper than the other, the lust slowly consuming their brains. His cock twitching from all the attention, the need to touch the detective coming unbearable. As he breathed out another moan his hips followed to gently buck inside the other's mouth. The need becoming too much to be able to hold back any more. Huffs were produced from bellow as the control came back to John. His pants becoming more rapid as the muffled moans vibrated against his manhood.
"Oh god...Sherlock..." His thrusts also increased as he started to fuck the man's mouth. Each time coming close to bashing into the back of the throat. Screwing up his eyes tightly, John could not help but grunt. The pleasure being far too great to have full control of his actions.
The rough thrusts pounded against the pack of Sherlock's throat, causing him to gag slightly. Eyes looking up at the doctor as his heart pounded, the power of the other making his own length throb for attention. He focused on swirling his tongue trying not to gag, his moans becoming long as the need became more and more. The detective felt his hair be tugged back as the member flopped out of his mouth. The other's hand tilting his head, as his eyes looked up to John. Begging to be touch, pleading to be kissed, waiting to be fucked. Their lips crashed together once more as Sherlock stood up slowly. His arms gently wrapped around the other man's waist, guiding the pair over to the sofa. No contact broken as their tongues danced as one. With a smirk the detective pushed the doctor down onto the sofa, straddling him with a grin. He bent down to kiss John once more before placing a finger on his lips.
"Stay put..." Sherlock purred before getting off the man. His eyes flicking to his destination as he grinned about what was going to happen.
The doctor breathed slowly, pouting slightly at the lost weight. He enjoyed being so close to his flat mate, he had craved it for three years. Hands gliding up the sides, he slowly pulled up the jumper and shirt. The lack of touch starting to get to his brain as his body still pulsed from the hunger of lust. Throwing the shirt over to the side before his eyes latched onto Sherlock's now naked body. His cock twitching at the sight as climbed back on top, a condom and lube tube in hand.
"Sher-" John was interrupted by the other's lips as they kissed deeply once more. Their members rubbing together causing crashes of pleasure to stuck his brain. The moans before deeper than ever as their brains turned to mush. Panting deeply as the detective once more pulled up. His lips a puffy red and eyes fully blown with desire. Their eyes locked as the only sound to be heard was the pants filling the air.
Their desire for each other was unreal, it almost felt like a dream for the pair. Sherlock gently stroked the doctor's cock before unwrapping and slipping the condom on the organ. Throwing it to one side he then coated it with lube letting the tube fall. Not even giving the doctor any warning as he shoved himself down the manhood. Hissing as he lowered himself down, the heavy gasp from bellow making it hard for the man to concentrate. The detective made sure to take as much as he could, adjust slight to get used to the large size. His head coming up to moan as he felt the other's hands lightly touch his chest.
"Move!" The order barked from bellow snapped Sherlock back, his hips quickly moving up to slam down. Sending a shock of pleasure right through his body, pants becoming more rough each time. His eyes looked over at John, as he noticed how much he craved for it too. Slowly he started to move, the speed picking up each time he reached up to the head. Trying every angle to experiment which ones gave off the best reactions.
The detective was so tight, John could hardly keep anything in. His moans were loud enough for the whole of London to hear. The pleasure of the each movement becoming greater with the roughness. His hands darted over Sherlock's skin as they grabbed on, focusing on meeting their thrusts at the same time. Screwing his eyes up, as the moans still poured out. Silence fell as both of them held back being loud, their skin slapping together as the pair found it impossible to carry on like this.
"Touch...me..." The doctor's eyes opened slowly as he heard the growl from above. The detective's cock pulsing, the precum trickling from the head already. He wrapped his fingers long the leaking member, roughly jerking it making the man moan loudly. Their movements moving at the same pace. Matching the roughness with each movement, their moan mixing into one.
Their moan mingled into one as the movements became sloppy but rough. Sherlock's balls tightened as slammed himself down time after time. John's hand causing him to get closer as closer to the edge with every touch. His mind turned to mush as a deep moan stretched its way out. The detective shuddered taking note, he had hit his special spot. Angling for the same stop each time, he slammed down building his rapid pace once more. The pleasure being too much to handle, their moans being loud not caring who heard. Their bodies crying out as they started to tip over the edge. Mouth wide open as he tried to work out words.
"I...m...close..." Sherlock bit hard on his bottom lip as he felt John's movements become more rapid.
"Cum for me...Sherlock...cum" With one last loud moan he released over the other's chest. His body tensing hard onto the cock, eyes squinted tightly. The doctor came shortly after, their moan mixing into one blissful harmony. Their bodies huffing into a mangled mess as the detective lifted himself off, gently moving to fit them both on the sofa. His arm grabbing the shirt to clean off the mess.
Breathing slowly John smiled as he felt the shirt take some of the sticky feeling away. His hand moved down to take off and tie the condom. Placing it down with the shirt that was just placed to the side. Both hands coming over to lightly hold onto the other, feeling Sherlock's head nuzzle into his neck. Holding each other's hand, breathing slowly. They shifted in close as their beating hearts beat as one. Nothing needed to be said, the feelings were clear just from the silence. Locking eye lines, they spoke through their emotions both too tired to do anything else. John kissed the man's forehead before slowly drifting off.
"Sleep John...you need it..." Sherlock purred as he watched the doctor sleep peacefully. Finally he felt like he had filled the void that was missing for years.