"You, know, I never would have thought that sounds so... Victorian could ever sound so incredibly sexy," John purred as he, and there really was no other way to describe it, stalked towards Sherlock, " Some how, anything you say is just so incredibly arousing." At this point, John was standing directly above Sherlock, a formidable sight in his birthday suit, save the rubber sheathing on average length, but thick cock. The younger man could only gulp and wait for John to do what he wished.
Suddenly, John attacked Sherlock's mouth with a ferocious hunger. He nipped and sucked on the other man's lips, commanding an entrance into his mouth. His tongue darted in once Sherlock complied, and his tongue tangled with Sherlock's. While Sherlock was distracted with the snogging, John's hands roamed over the rest of his body, playing with his nipples briefly before swooping lower. John pulled back briefly to rip open the second packet with his teeth. The hand that had been groping Sherlock's arse pulled back, but was soon back, this time slick with lube. Sherlock moaned as John positioned his fingers at Sherlock's entrance. Slowly, John pushed in one finger, carefully pushing pass the tight ring of muscle.
"Ugh,'" John and Sherlock groaned in unison, " God Sherlock, you're so tight. I can't wait to feel it around my prick." John whispered into Sherlock's ear. John wanted to see if he could turn Sherlock on as much with words as Sherlock had turned him on. It was evident from the groan and hardness he could now feel beneath him that it worked. This turned John on even more, so he thrust a second finger into Sherlock, wanting to be inside him quickly. He started scissoring his fingers, stretching the tight muscle. After a minute, he squeezed a third finger in. With his new finger, John began trying to locate his partner's prostate. It was evident he found it when Sherlock nearly screamed out John's name. With his free hand, John began gently stroking Sherlock's member. The consulting detective seemed to be lost in the pleasure, and could only groan and moan and make general noises of extreme pleasure. John could stand it no longer. He pulled all of his fingers out, and quickly placed the head of his throbbing cock at Sherlock's entrance. He positioned himself directly over Sherlock with his hands on either side of his love's body, leaning more on his right, since his left arm still could not bear much weight. He bent down to lovingly kiss Sherlock, and simultaneously started pushing in. He felt Sherlock's responses against his lips. Sherlock sucked a breath in and held it.
"Relax, Sherlock. I don't want to hurt you, but If you don't relax, this is going to hurt. Are you sure you're ready, we can...get off another way, if you need." John pleaded, secretly hoping Sherlock would say something along the lines of "Fuck it, just pound me!"
"I assure you I am just as ready as you are, John. As much as I would like to say "Fuck it, pound me!" I'm sure I would not appreciate the repercussions. I want to do this, just give me a second." Sherlock smirked.
"How did you-? Oh, never mind," John chuckled, then grew serious, "Sherlock, I love you so much. I just want you to be happy, and not hurt, well any more hurt than you already are."
"I love you too, John. More than you could ever know." Sherlock proclaimed before grabbing John's head a pulling him down into a passionate kiss. John could feel Sherlock relax into this kiss, and gently started advancing. Once he got his length in, he stayed in place for a minute, letting Sherlock adjust to his thickness. The heat and tightness felt so glorious, that t was all John could do to restrain himself from pounding into him. He heard Sherlock give a small groan, and understood it to mean that Sherlock was ready for movement. Not wanting to disappoint, John pulled out, then speed up a little going back in.
"Mm, John, harder." Sherlock pleaded. John groaned at Sherlock's deep needy voice, and complied. He pushed in harder, speeding up each time he went in. Soon, he was hitting Sherlock's prostate, and then they were both moaning. Sherlock had his long legs wrapped around John's waist and tucked under John's legs. John could feel his love's toes curl against his shins. John leaned up, wanting to watch Sherlock come undone beneath him. He pounded as hard and fast as he could, feeling his orgasm building. He used his left arm, which couldn't support him much, but was surprisingly okay for wanking, to pump Sherlock's cock, wanting him to come in tandem with him. This orgasm was threatening to be the most powerful he had yet to experience, he only hoped Sherlock was feeling as much pleasure as he was.
It was amazing watching Sherlock shudder with each hit to his prostate, feeling Sherlock around him, hearing the desperate moans. Pre-cum was leaking in a steady steam out of Sherlock's cock, so John started pumping furiously in time with his thrusts. With an almighty bellow, Sherlock shouted "John!" then spilled all over the both of them. This, combined with Sherlock's spasaming body beneath him and clenching cock around him pushed John over the edge.
"Sh-Sher" he managed to get out before spilling in the condom. Both men moaned loudly as they rode out their orgasms. When they could finally function again, John rolled carefully down onto the bed next to Sherlock.
"Wow." John murmured. Sherlock chuckled before saying "Yea."
"So," Sherlock said after a few moment of quiet, "I assume that what we just did was okay for you?" John turned his head to gaze at him. He looked confused.
"Well, I only meant- You always contradict anyone who says you are gay, and you've never been with another man before. I wasn't sure the experience would be pleasurable." Sherlock said nervously. John smiled warmly and placed a hand on Sherlock's cheek.
"Sher, I still don't think I'm gay, but I know one thing. I know for a fact that I am Sher-sexual. That was the best orgasm I have ever had. Period. I had trouble with being called gay before because I was in denial. Now that I realized just how impossible I was, I've given up caring. I love you. Whether you are a guy or girl is tangential. I have an all consuming passion for you that has slowly been taking over my life since I met you." John explained.
Sherlock could feel tears building behind his eyes, so he leaned forward to bury his face in John's shoulder.
"I have been intrigued with you since you first walked in to the laboratory in Bart's that first day. I didn't know why, I just knew I wanted to unlock your secrets. I could always read you like a book, but somehow you manage to constantly surprise me. I don't understand, but I love it. It's part of what makes you, you. You somehow manage to put up with me when no one else can. You are patient, and above all, you don't bully me. You don't try to change me. You just work to help me adapt." Sherlock explained.
A comfortable silence descended over the two. Both men had poured their hearts out and had nothing else that needed to be said that night. So each fell asleep, content in his love's arms.
*Hope this was a good conclusion! My first love scene, so I hope it was okay. R and R and enjoy! :) Still taking suggestions for other moments in their lives together, so either drop it in a review or pm me, and I'll write one just for you! I might even include you in the story somehow!