Chapter Three: The Curiosity of Little Ones
"John," Sherlock breathed through kisses. He hummed into Sherlock's skin, "Is this a good idea?" he asked, hesitant that John was topping this time.
John sat up from the straddling and bending over he had been doing, "Is it?" and he sunk down Sherlock's thighs into his groin and grinned when the man moaned. They were still in their pants, and John's were red, Sherlock thought it was sexy, but John didn't care.
"Oh, yes!" his back arched and made his chest float up into John's furtive kisses, making them harder. He licked Sherlock's nipple briefly and he sunk back down into the covers and John's breath was on his neck as he struggled to regain his own, "I've never-" and he was cut off by his moan when John thrust them together.
"I know," he smirked and planted kisses that grew into licks which eventually faded into biting, and he left completely and slid Sherlock pants from his small hips, and John was a little surprised at this, he hadn't actually gotten a god look last time, all he knew was that it felt so damn good. Obviously Sherlock never shaves, so there was pubic hair decorating the pale skin that made this beautiful thing jump out at John, saying, 'Love me!'
But he left that for a moment when he was going to pull off his own, but Sherlock's shaking fingers inched them from John's tan hips and he smiled when Sherlock flipped their places. "Feels better now," he stopped shaking and took dominance and grabbed their members in his hand and John hissed in pleasure.
But he wouldn't have this, so when Sherlock grabbed the lube John took it and wet his fingers as Sherlock's face was pressed into the covers, "I like this much better," he teased and bent over Sherlock, using one hand to stroke his member softly, and the other hand tortured Sherlock's entrance.
One digit slid in and he whimpered when it became pleasureful. John slid another in and brushed over Sherlock's prostate and he screamed as sensations sent waves of shock over his body. John chuckled at the sight of Sherlock trembling under him as he had done a few nights ago.
Sherlock relaxed and was begging, "You started it, finish!" and he gathered fistfuls of the sheets as John gave in and slipped in slowly, inch by inch, as Sherlock had done, so he didn't hurt him. He had no experience with being on top, but he had been with women enough to have some control. But hearing Sherlock sighing under him made it a little difficult.
He pulled out slowly and flipped Sherlock to his back and slipped back in as Sherlock's back arched again and John said, "Open your eyes, love, I want you to see me and I want to see you," he asked.
Sherlock's eyes inched open and John moved at a slow pace, making Sherlock moan. He masked them slightly when they kissed deep enough that John could feel the vibrations on his tongue. He started moaning as well and when they broke there was a slight string of saliva and John attacked himself to Sherlock's neck.
Biting, nipping and licking, mostly biting. And he moved lower, left a love mark and bit into Sherlock's shoulder before he looked him in the eyes one last time, "Sherlock," he panted, "I love you," he confirmed.
Sherlock's declaration of love came out between loud moans as John's member abused his sweet spot, but John heard it and as a sweaty, but sensationally pleasurable climax was reached. Their names came out a little too loud and cum was everywhere as they both sunk into the sheets, moaning. John had a smile playing his lips and Sherlock kissed him.
"Shower?" Sherlock offered and it became a race to the bathroom that ended in a tie as Sherlock jumped in the shower under the water. John was about to enter when Macy came around the corner of the doorway.
"Mew?" she questioned and John chuckled, shooing her out and closing the door after she left.
"Bloody nuisance," when John did finally join Sherlock.
"You're a bloody nuisance," he joked. Sherlock shrugged as John brought soap to himself and Sherlock. That washed away as John dug his fingers into Sherlock's curls while they were covered in shampoo. He moaned quietly through his teeth and almost got turned on again.
John's fingers were magic. But Sherlock's were so long and probing John was half turned on, he wouldn't admit such a thing, but he didn't have to. Sherlock could just see it. He smiled and kissed John's neck, "Doesn't take much, does it?" Sherlock teased.
"It's you, what did you expect?" he leaned into the detective behind him.
"What do you mean?" he was genuinely confused as the space between them let no water flow, and it bounced off.
John rolled his eyes as much as he could manage, "You're beautiful in every way and you have the touch of a sorcerer, luring me in and letting me go. It's torturous, but pleasurable," he complimented. Sherlock hummed in thought and John smiled.
"I always thought I looked okay, I never cared," he shrugged.
"Explains your curls. Sometimes you can a complete mess of them and not give a sodding fuck," John laughed and kissed Sherlock's cheek as far as he could reach, which was just a peck. He smiled in return and John loved those lips.
He turned as Sherlock's hands settled on his hips and his wrapped around Sherlock's neck and their lips connected. They moved softly against each other, letting the sounds of separation bring them back together and if it wasn't for the warm water, John would have sworn this was getting hotter.
His tongue flicked across Sherlock's lips and he smirked as Sherlock let him in. those lips were just so soft on his own, he couldn't control anything he was doing, even when he slipped and 'somehow' became closer. The skin on skin contact wasn't helping the heat.
But then the shower protested and the water became gradually colder. They dried off and barely dressed before they were kissing again and didn't want to stop. But the mess in John's room was what made him stop and Sherlock walk away.
I can see he doesn't want to clean up his own mess. Arse. But John cleaned it up by himself and didn't complain. But he hated to have new sheets again, because the smell of Sherlock was gone and he could no longer smell the love. But he had to wash them at some point.
When he walked back out to the main room, Sherlock sat with the violin to his shoulder, and he was stroking aimlessly. Wait, no, he was tuning it. Without help from a machine? Damn… but John didn't know how to play, he wanted to, but he never learned and didn't have the time now.
Sherlock nodded for him to come and he followed the command. He planted the violin in John's hands and started to place his hands in the right way to teach him, "Hold the bow here, and make sure you don't hurt your neck, but you want to hold it firmly," and they started with the basic things Sherlock had learned a long time ago.
John was confused at first, but then he figured Sherlock had deduced he wanted this, as with many other things. And he learned quickly, but his fingers hurt, "I hope this is supposed to happen," he complained.
"It is," Sherlock confirmed as he made John even more jealous by just playing. But then there was Macy, who just purred as she rubbed against them. John smiled adoringly and Sherlock rolled his eyes. Stupid cat…
I promise the kitty will be more involved next time, but I had to add that little lemon of a smut. :) So, reviews? Please... C: