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Okay, so, hum, sexy time, hum, again...
Chapter 14 – I love you more
"So what now?" Sherlock asked on his lover's lips. They were on the bed, shirtless and John was sitting astride the detective's legs. He kissed his lover then licked it's way along his jawline to his earlobe.
"What if..." he whispered in his lover's ear "what if we used Anthea's gift?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
John grabbed the shiny pair of handcuffs and opened them, checking the locks. He circled Sherlock left wrist with the first one, slowly lay his arms above his head then bent to give him a languorous and most arousing kiss during which he circled Sherlock's right wrist. When John broke the kiss, Sherlock was handcuffed to the headboard.
"Do you want to keep the key?"
"No, I trust you."
John put the key on the bedside table then came back to his lover's ear.
"What can I do to you?" He whispered.
"Anything, my love."
"All right." John bent his head and bit Sherlock's neck sharply and the detective let out a cry of surprise. The doctor licked the skin he had bitten and let his tongue slid down to his lover's collarbone. Then he sat back on his lover's lap and watched him, his face, his lips, his neck, his chest, his belly where he finally rest his hand. He kept still. He wanted to etch every muscle, every bones, every millimetre of skin in his memory, he wanted to be able to remember everything when his lover was away. But Sherlock was here now, patiently waiting for his lover's next move, giving himself fully and completely to the man he loved. The doctor set himself in motion again what he just saw wasn't enough he needed his lover naked, he needed to possess him. No more excuses, no more bruises. He crawled down Sherlock's body and apply himself to strip the dark haired man from his pants and shorts then he kneeled between the long while legs.
"Beyond shame and shyness?" John asked.
"Beyond shame and shyness."
Then the doctor bent down and pushed his right hand into Sherlock's mass of curls tugging a little. He locked eyes with his lover.
"I love you." John said loud and clear before ravishing his lover's lips. Sherlock surrounded John's waist with his legs and arched his back to allow as much contact as possible. John sucked Sherlock's tongue while rolling his hips and a deep sound escaped from the detective's throat.
"Say it again." The detective begged breathlessly when the doctor released his mouth.
"I love you, Sherlock," he kissed his lover's throat "I," a kiss "love," a kiss "you." Another kiss to help the words sink in his lover's mind, heart and skin "Let me caress you, please you, I want you Sherlock." He moved his hips again "Let me make love to you..." he moved his hand to his lover's cheek and give him a look full of love and longing "please."
Sherlock freed John's waist from his legs and the doctor crawled down the brown haired man's body kissing here and there. When he took his lover's cock in his mouth the detective spread his legs wider. John sucked teasingly for a moment then moved down to lick Sherlock's balls. The brown haired man gasped and grabbed the headboard.
John put his plastered arm under Sherlock's arse lifting him up then run the tip of his tongue on the soft skin drawing lines and circles with his saliva. Then he rested his hand on Sherlock's thigh, he needed his lover to spread his legs even wider. The detective understood what his man wanted and did as he was silently told. John's tongue ran along Sherlock's inner thigh then, finally, between the cleft of his lover's buttocks darting deeper and deeper.
"John..." Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes.
John sucked one of his fingers and pushed it slowly inside Sherlock.
"John..." The detective gasped and the doctor pushed a little further easing his finger's way with his saliva.
"I'm afraid this won't be enough." John said.
"Bedside table. Top drawer..."
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John spread lubricant on his middle finger and pushed it slowly in his lover, after a moment he added a second one, when he felt his lover relaxing around them he removed them and positioned his fully erected cock at his man's entrance.
"John please..."
John pushed slowly but didn't stop until he was fully inside Sherlock then slid out as slowly. He did that several times and shivered all over, holding back was really hard but he wanted their first time to last and he wanted to bring his lover as much pleasure as he could.
Seems like pleasure was what Sherlock was feeling right now because his lover finally overcame his last fears and initiated full sex but beyond everything because he told him he loved him. Sherlock's heart was screaming John's name, his veins were fed with John's presence and his brain was only able to analyse the level of pleasure John's lips, hand and cock gave him. He was all John. John was sliding in and out his body, carefully, lovingly but agonisingly slow, brushing the most pleasurable place of his anatomy lightly each time and he needed more.
"Faster John, please!" He screamed and the doctor increased his pace, happy to obey this order. But there was something he wanted Sherlock to do for him.
"Kneel, kneel on all four." The doctor gave his own order and the tied man moved on the bed and offered his arse to his lover's view. John licked it again then suddenly he was back inside thrusting hard. The brown haired man was at the perfect height and with that angle, it was a matter of minutes now. The detective grabbed the headboard tightly and the handcuffs jingled. With each thrust a deep sound escaped from his throat.
"Are you...okay?" John panted.
"Yes!" A low growl.
John's hand reached out for Sherlock's length and started stroking. Hand and thighs moved faster and the doctor moaned loudly.
"Come...come, my love..." The detective managed to say between two moans.
"You first..."John answered through clenched teeth and he stroked hard. Sherlock whimpered as he came his body shaken by violent spasms. The doctor thrust three or four more times before following in bliss shouting his lover's name and collapsing on the long white body.
"Oh my...Sherlock..." He said pulling out of his lover's body and helping him turn around to lie on his back. He lay down along Sherlock's side and kissed him softly. "Was it...?" The doctor started tentatively.
"Perfect?"
"Well, I was thinking of 'ok'." John smiled.
"You said you loved me. That made it perfect."
"I said it because I do," he snuggled up to Sherlock and looked up at his face "I love you, Sherlock."
"I love you more."
"If you say so." John run his tongue along Sherlock's jawline.
"Would you be kind and free me from these." The detective nodded on the handcuffs direction.
"I don't know, I kind of like having you at my mercy." The doctor licked his lover's lower lip "Maybe I should restrain your legs too."
"I love when you talk about your kinky ideas, any other fantasies you'd like to share?"
"Oh yes, a lot!"
"Good!" Sherlock smiled "I have a few myself."
"Of that I'm sure."
As much as John wanted to hear what Sherlock's fantasies were made of, he also wanted to sleep (at least a little) in his arms so he took the key on the bedside table and opened the handcuffs. He rubbed his lover's arms to allow the blood to run on his veins.
"My god, Sherlock...Look at your wrists...You should have told me...I'm sorry..." The detectives wrist were all red and rubbed raw where the handcuffs were.
"Don't apologise my love, you didn't do anything wrong, it seems I pulled on them a little to hard." Sherlock smiled when John kissed the bruises.
"Maybe next time we should choose a safe word or, I don't know, use fury handcuffs."
"You'll have to choose he alternative since next time I handcuff you."
"Well this will have to wait." John chuckled showing his plastered arm.
Sherlock grabbed John's waist and rolled him over on the bed kissing him deep and slow.
"We'll find something else." The detective put his head on John's shoulder and threw a leg across his lover's in a possessive gesture.
They were fast asleep when a long and black shadow opened the bedroom's door and slid inside. The dim light got caught by something in the shadow's hand. A long blade.
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Oh I lied, not just sexy time but a little cliffhanger...ooops