Mirror

John had never seen anything more erotic.

Sherlocks eyes staring back at him. His lips swollen and pink. The area around his nipples an angry shade of red. His chest heaving. His jaw trembling. His hands white from the effort of holding onto the rim of the tub.

John was pounding in and out and in and out of him from behind, feeling his lover shudder with every thrust. His hands held onto Sherlocks hips tightly, keeping him from thrusting his arse backwards onto the cock penetrating him, keeping him from coming, torturing him.

And it was hard, oh so hard, to not let Sherlock lead. Because Sherlock was good, when he was leading. He was brilliant.

But John had ordered himself to keep being in control. He was supposed to be angry, because Sherlock had dragged him into a hotel (and made him pay!) for seemingly no reason. He should be angry. Only problem: He wasn´t. Yes, maybe a little grumpy about the waste of money, but Mycroft would pay him back like always without John ever knowing how his in-law even found out about such things.

But his honey needed to be taught a lesson and John would do it for God's sake!

So he kept slowly pressing in, almost agonizingly slow and after a short pause he pulled out even slower.

Sherlock bit him lips and whimpered, spreading his legs a little wider, silently begging for John to give him more.

As John buried his cock into him to come to a rest against his balls, going in as deeply as possible, Sherlock jelled sharply, threw back his head slightly and closed his eyes.

It required all of Johns willpower to keep from fucking his lover ´till he saw stars. John wrapped an arm around Sherlocks hips, helping him to stay buried inside, and stopped thrusting completely.

"Sherlock, you know your orders." He said, his tone commanding.

"…John… I can´t…" Sherlock tried to lay the back of his head on Johns shoulder, but John scooted away as much as possible, making Sherlock unable to reach him.

"Keep your hands on the rim, face forwards, eyes open."

And after a little hesitation he added: "I want to see it." Whispering into his loves ear.

Sherlock pouted but did what he had been told.

John started moving again, making the water splash against their chest.

He knew he wasn´t going to last long, with Sherlocks gaze piercing into him through the fog clouded mirror.

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