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~ A Halloweenie Special Sequel
The second Sherlock and John closed the main door to 221B; they were all over each, sloppy intense open mouth kisses, frenzied hands exploring and desperate to touch and roam. The heat of passion and desire growing in each of them as they slowly made their way up to the flat. They entered and closed the door, John had Sherlock up against the wall, still kissing and trying to devour each other's tongues, until John pulled away, studying Sherlock's eyes with lust, and maybe a hint of love.
"I want you, to take off everything, the dress, the make up, the wig, the heels, everything, except for the lingerie and garter belt, leave those on. I need to go to my room for some things, I'll be back though."
"So were doing this in my room?"
"Yeah."
Sherlock smiled and ran off, leaving John to run to his room. He checked his room and found some condoms, lube and quickly ran back, to Sherlock's room. A vision of sex greeted him with seductive ice blue eyes, Sherlock was lying, relaxed on the bed, in the powder blue silk baby doll lingerie with garter belt. No wig, no make up and no dress, only his natural Sherlock self in the lingerie. With and elegant finger, Sherlock beckoned John and the dirty blond tried his damnedest to take off his clothes in record speed. As soon as he got his clothes off, John pounced, claiming Sherlock's mouth with his own, nearly getting off when he felt the delicate material of the lingerie against the brunette's body. John roamed Sherlock's neck, so long and erotic, licking and marking that porcelain column paying special attention to hollow where his neck met the collarbone. Sherlock moaned, feeling John's tongue on his neck was wonderful, with the sensations growing when the dirty blond started to orally abuse his chest, particularly his left nipple. John teased that nipple so much Sherlock gave a shout.
"Ah!"
John moved to show the other nipple the same treatment, while his hands wandered Sherlock's body, finding his hard length and fondling it through the silk material of the lingerie panties, John starting to frot against him, eager for some friction relief. They were heated, flushed, and panting, feeling each other hot breath, the moans and groans of pleasure, loud in their ears.
"-gasp!- John, that's cold." Sherlock felt the lube on his hole.
"Sorry, let me warm it up some."
"Aren't you going to take off the panties?"
"No, I like them on you, I'll just work around them."
John prepared Sherlock, stretching him out, looking at the detective's reaction for signs of discomfort.
"You alright?" John breathed out
"Yeah, keep going."
John continued to prep him, scissoring inside,
"John, please, I need you." Sherlock moaned out, looking at him with glossy, lust-dazed eyes, making John fall deeper in love. An idea hit the doctor,
"Get up."
"What?"
"C'mon, up against the headboard."
Sherlock sat up
"No, turn around, I want you to face the wall, now against the headboard."
"Ooh, kinky."
Sherlock positioned himself as John directed, while the dirty blond showed his appreciation for Sherlock's back, kissing, licking and sucking the brunette's neck, which looked extremely sexy with his dark curls against that creaminess, his shoulders, shoulder blades. Sherlock turned his head,
"John, please?"
The doctor added more lube to him self and slowly began to enter Sherlock, gasping at the warmth surrounding him. Sherlock was panting and found himself surprised at John's girth, while his own was long but slim. John soon reached full hilt, wanting to move, but waited for Sherlock's call.
"Go on, move."
John pulled out a bit and thrust back in, starting a slow pace to build up the passion. John held Sherlock close against him, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other around his chest, grasping his flat breast, feeling the nipple under his palm harden. Their pace started to increase, thrusting in and out, the intensity growing. Their sounds of pleasure getting frequent and occasionally louder, more frenzied and fast with their ever growing pace. John forced Sherlock to lean against the headboard, while his hand pumped Sherlock's hot cock from inside the blue panties. The thrusting increased to a rapid pace, the slapping of skin meeting skin rhythmic and their moans and groans singing a song of lustful wails, specifically on Sherlock's part.
Too much, it was all too much for them, the fast thrusting, the sounds, the hands touching and their bodies so close, moving to reach that peak within their grasp when they both saw white.
"JAAAWWWWNNN!" Sherlock tightened around John while cumming in his panties, prolonging his orgasm, wanting that heavenly feeling to stay.
"Sherlock." John bit into Sherlock's shoulder, feeling Sherlock clench and losing himself to the tightness and heat, he came inside and slowly pulled out. They both fell back on the bed, legs quivering from their activity, breathing heavily; trying to catch their breath.
"Yeah… that was… that was, fuck."
"Left you speechless?"
"Yeah."
"Was it good?"
"Great. You?"
"The best, I don't think I ever want you leaving my bed."
John laughed, making Sherlock laugh along with him, they cuddled, holding each other, still warm in their after glow.
"Happy Halloween, John."
"It's past midnight."
"Then, Happy November First?"
John kissed him to shut him up.
Author's Note: You know, for someone that watches porn for "research" purposes, I suck at writing sex scenes, argh! My apologies if it felt short, but this just shows that my smut writing requires practice, a lot of practice (wink) and "research", review if you want.