Warnings: Just a tad on the explicit side...
The detective awoke much earlier than the other man; he untangled himself from John's iron grip and plodded towards the kitchen in search of tea. A low soft buzz could be heard in the flat and it certainly wasn't Sherlock phone. Sherlock searched for the device making the noise. He traced the sound back to the bedroom. It was John's phone, more importantly his work phone. Sherlock looked at the offending object with hate. Without thinking he snatched the phone and left the room. John awoke around 2 hours later to the smell of something foul. As he entered the kitchen he watched as Sherlock held a melted burnt object over his Bunsen burner.
"Is that my phone?"
"Obviously."
Sherlock had reduced the phone to a complete mess; it didn't look like a phone any more.
"Why?"
"Because John Watson you are mine. Simple" replied Sherlock as he threw the blackened plastic into the sink.
John smiled as he moved to make Sherlock and himself some tea. As the kettle boiled Sherlock snaked himself around John, pressing small kisses into his neck. He took advantage of John's position as he reached up into the cupboard.
"So when are you moving in?" asked Sherlock.
John dropped the cup breaking it into several large pieces. He backed away from Sherlock, muttering 'sorry' as he bent down to picked the shards up from the floor. Sherlock eyed him suspiciously, waiting for an explanation of John's strange behaviour. John stopped eye contact as Sherlock observed him. Heat rose in John as his cheeks turned a shade of pink and the tips of his ears turned red.
"What's wrong John?" questioned Sherlock, attempting to get John to at least look at him.
"Nothing, I just assumed we would take things slow before moving in with each other" answered John.
"You don't want to move in?" asked Sherlock for clarification.
"It's not that. I would love too it's just that I have a few things to sort out first" replied John, reaching for Sherlock's hand.
Sherlock nodded understandingly as he embraced John in a cuddle. It was John who continued what Sherlock had started. John kissed along Sherlock's jaw line as he made his way to Sherlock's ear. He began to nibble on the ear lobe as Sherlock shivered with excitement. The click of the kettle made John stop. He placed the rest of the broken cup in the bin and proceeded to make the delicious tea.
Sherlock left the room to flop onto the sofa, taking up much of the space. John entered the room with two steaming cups of tea, placing them on the coffee table. John pulled Sherlock's legs up, and as John sat down as he replaced Sherlock's legs over him.
"We can go pick up a few of my things today if you like?" enquired John.
Sherlock's mood perked up, he became an over excited child. He jumped from his position into John's lap, hugging his partner.
"I take that as a yes?" joked John as he kissed Sherlock. Sherlock grinned at John, he couldn't remember the last time in his life he ever felt this happy with another person.
They leisurely strolled towards John's flat hand in hand. There was no conversation between them, but nothing needed to be said. They were both happily content with how their relationship had flourished.
Opening the door to his flat, he felt like he hadn't been there for a while now. To be honest it just didn't feel like home anymore. The only memories he had of this place was when he was 'working'. He almost felt sick to be in here, he wanted to leave that part of his life behind him and move on with Sherlock. They both deserved happiness. John found some old boxes in the cupboard and began to pack important things. Although he had limited personal belongings it took a while longer than expected. He left Sherlock to help pack things in his room. He had just put his favourite mug into the box when he heard a loud clatter of objects in his room. He rolled his eyes at the thought of what Sherlock had done now.
Upon entering the room he saw a flushed guilty looking Sherlock standing in front of brightly coloured objects that had fallen from the cupboard. John realised what had happened. Sherlock had pulled the box of dildos John used for 'work' when the box came open causing them to fall on the floor.
John couldn't help but laugh. Sherlock was stood there like a child waiting to be punished for doing something wrong. John cried tears of laughter at the situation in front of him. Sherlock still stood in the room embarrassed. John took Sherlock's face in between his hands and kissed his forehead. Sherlock gently smiled.
"Have you used all of these?" muttered Sherlock.
Talk about his 'work' was definitely going to be a little awkward.
"Well these ones are all mine. I don't use them on anyone else" answered John.
"But there's so many" commented Sherlock staring dumbfounded at them.
"Sherlock have you seen one of these before?" pried John.
"Obviously. Online" replied Sherlock looking away towards the sex toys.
A amusing idea crept into John's head, a cheeky grin followed as John whispered into Sherlock's ear.
"How about we use one? You can pick the one you like. Don't worry they have all been thoroughly cleaned" John whispered confidently as he held onto Sherlock's side.
John made eye contact with his lover. Sherlock's eyes had dilated, his breathing was fast and his throbbing pulse was visible in his neck as John raked his eyes over him.
Sherlock inspected the range of toys John had to offer. He couldn't decide. Seeing Sherlock had only lost his virginity only a day ago it was all too over-whelming. He pushed away the larger toys and settled on a neon pink toy of average size. Sherlock picked up the toy feeling the weight of it. He then handed it to John, uncertain of what to do next.
John pushed Sherlock back onto the bed, pulled his coat from his thin body while kissing him tenderly. John tried his best not to break the buttons on Sherlock's shirt as he pulled them undone. With the shirt undone, Sherlock shrugged it off. John peppered his chest with small kisses, stopping at his nipples to give an experimental lick. He loved with way he could make Sherlock moan with small but effective touches. John was also glad that he was the only person to ever do this for Sherlock, he felt honoured in a way that his Sherlock was untouched and unclaimed.
John moved further down Sherlock's body, stopping at his trousers. Sherlock gave a needy moan as John stopped his advances to look at the beautiful body beneath him. John silenced him with a single kiss on his cupid bow began to smoothly unbutton Sherlock's trousers. He pulled them down the other man legs too slowly, in Sherlock's opinion. John was torturing Sherlock, leaving him guessing at what was going to happen next. John watched as pre-come soaked through Sherlock's boxers where his erection had been straining for release. The final layer was soon pulled down as John let Sherlock's penis escape its confinements.
Sherlock groaned with pleasure as John lightly suckled on the tip of his penis focusing on the nerve endings. But John stopped before Sherlock could lose himself in the pleasure. John reached over to the bedside table in search of the bottle of lube. He warmed the liquid with his hands as he flipped Sherlock over. Sherlock raised his backside in the air towards John.
John had to control himself; this was about Sherlock's pleasure not his. He ever so gently pushed one finger inside of Sherlock to stretch him out. Sherlock soon begged for more, so John followed his orders by replacing one finger with two fingers inside of Sherlock, then three fingers. John pulled his fingers out of Sherlock. Picking up the bottle once again he applied a liberal amount to the dildo, smothering the entire shaft. He angled the toy at the entrance of Sherlock's arse. He pushed the toy inside of Sherlock carefully not wanting to hurt him. He let Sherlock adjust to the sensation slowly.
Sherlock moaned wantonly as he pushed back on the toy. John pulled the toy almost completely out only to push it back it again, hitting that desired spot inside Sherlock that he didn't even know existed until he met John. John pushed the toy in a far as it would go and let it rest for a moment against Sherlock's prostate. He was about to drive Sherlock insane with pleasure. Twisting the end the toy began to vibrate in Sherlock.
Sherlock couldn't comprehend what was happening. He was being hit with wave after wave of pleasure. His mind had shut down and his thought couldn't focus on anything but the sensation inside of him. It was too much.
His orgasm hit him hard, forcing the air out of his lungs and he held on tightly to the bed sheets. He chanted John's name as he came over his bed sheets. Milking everything Sherlock had to give; John finally pulled the toy out of Sherlock. John shuffled up the bed to hold Sherlock as he floated on post sex bliss.
"How long till you can resume packing?" chuckled John as Sherlock breathed heavily.
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