The pair ascended the steps slowly, both of them warm with wine and the feeling of contentment that had settled over them. As they made their way into their flat, Sherlock gently wrapped his arms around John's shoulders. "Are you feeling better now?"
The former doctor sighed, letting his detective lead him time the couch. "You know, despite everything, today's actually been a good day. I feel good." He smiled softly, setting onto the couch next to his detective, leaning further reading into Sherlock's grasp. "That's not something that I've felt in quite a while."
John felt Sherlock tense beside him and turned. He watched the muscles tightening in Sherlock's jaw, the way that the corners of his lips curled slightly, the creases forming- unbidden- at the corners of his eyes.
He reached out tentatively and ran his fingers lightly over the shadow of stubble on Sherlock's jaw, letting them linger there to feel the gentle tugging of muscles under skin and the thumping of his pulse.
Sherlock, for his part, tried resolutely to ignore the warmth spreading across his chest and up the back of his neck. He looked away as John's hand brushed against his skin.
John gripped Sherlock's chin lightly, turning him to meet his gaze.
The detective reluctantly locked eyes with his blogger, and saw light and no small amount of warmth filling his blogger's eyes. "What?"
He swallowed, completely surprised about how utterly his voice betrayed his arousal, despite the sheer intimacy of the moment. He damned himself for ruining the obviously tender moment.
The former doctor simply laughed. "You know, It always amazes me that you voice can get that low. I mean really, like it wasn't ridiculous beforehand."
The lightheartedness of the comment ran contrary with Sherlock's logic, resulting in a complete breakdown of his verbal capacities. He simply sat there, squinting at John in confusion.
"What I was going to say is that, I'm glad your back." He held up a hand, shifting to where he could better face the detective on the couch. "I know I've said that before, but I just wanted to emphasize that I'm really really fucking glad that you're back."
Sherlock his hand wander to capture the one resting on his bloggers lap. He paused then, biting his lip in a clearly nervous matter that was so uncharacteristic that it set John on edge.
"Sherlock? What is it?"
Sherlock stood up, abruptly letting go of John and running his fingers through his hair as he paced.
" I am- I know that we've, err- well." He gestured wildly, a blush become apparent on the back of his neck. He stopped in front of John. "Celebrated my return, so to speak. But-" He resumed pacing, as John tried to piece together exactly what was going through his detective's mind.
Celebrated? What on earth could he mean? He can't actually be hungry already. And he wouldn't be embarrassed about- would he?
"Sherlock, are you actually having trouble asking me for sex?"
The detective stopped forgetting, his face nearly red. "I-"
John stood, an awed grin crossing his features. "you aren't aren't you? Sultry Sherlock Holmes, who seduced me not even 8 hours ago is having trouble asking me for sex."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and crossed his arms defiantly, despite the fact that he couldn't meet his blogger's eyes."We've had intercourse 3 times John, I doubt that I would be embarrassed by-"
"But you are!" His grin widened and he stepped forward, crowding into Sherlock's personal space just like his detective was so fond of doing. "You're blushing for christ's sake!" He paused, his features suddenly dropping as he stepped back, fear flashing over his features. "Why?"
Sherlock frowned, his eyes scanning as he assessed his situation and calculated the appropriate course of action.
The answer was a simple one of course.
Honesty.
Damn.
Sherlock ran his fingers through his hair once more but managed to meet his blogger's eye. "This entire evening-since leaving the restaurant- has been a very relaxing and casual affair." He sighed,his fingers drumming against his arms. "It felt intimate. Somehow more than usual."
John's brow furrowed slightly. "So why does that-"
"I didn't what to ruin it." The detective blurted, before sighing heavily. "I didn't think that you your posture and attitude and in the light of recent events it- I mean, it just didn't feel like you were-"
John 's eyes widened in comprehension at the point being conveyed by his detective's stream of babble. "In the mood?"
Sherlock nodded. "Every previous sexual encounter that we have had has been far more-" He closed his eyes and gestured wildly. "Volatile. Animalistic. Heated." He shook his head, once again flopping onto the couch with his head buried in his hands. "I am sorry John. I had no intentions of ruining your night."
The former doctor's eyes widened once more, and he stepped forward. "Sherlock." He stepped up to the detective placing a hand gently on his shoulder. "Is that what you thought? That you'd ruin the night?." He chuckled. "You are an absolute idiot."
The detective's head snapped up, his eyes sharp as he tried to process John's words.
"I was actually hoping that we would sleep together, though I wasn't going to be so blunt about it." He sighed, sitting down next to Sherlock once more. "I can't believe that i have to explain this, but sex doesn't have to be fast and rough, with filthy pillow talk and heavy groping. It can be slow, lingering."
Filled with love.
the former doctor could see that his detective was having trouble computing that modicrum of information. He saw the way that he was biting at the corner of his lip and worrying his hands on his thighs.
Well then. Maybe actions will speak louder than words.
John took Sherlock's hand and pulled him up off the couch, guiding him slowly to the bedroom.
"Sit on the bed Sherlock." The detective did as he was instructed and watched as his blogger carefully removed each item of clothing, placing each item into the hamper before turning to face him.
Sherlock drank in the sight of John laid bare before him. It's something that he had seen earlier, but then his vision had been clouded with lust and desire.
Now he categorized each and every inch of skin for it's surface. The scars -old and new- that littered his torso, the burns on his knees from his fall earlier in the day, the way that he looked so emaciated even with a full days worth of food in his system.
John allowed the scrutiny to continue until he noticed that his detective's gaze had fallen back to the slightly faded scar on his shoulder. A familiar mark.
He stepped forward and Sherlock stood, running his finger gently over the old scar. Instead of flinching away from the touch John allowed it, countering only with moving to unbutton the detective's shirt.
When Sherlock leaned in for a kiss, John stopped him with a slight shake of his head. He simply peeled Sherlock out of his shirt and continued to do the same with his detective's trousers and pants.
Now the detective was completely out of his comfort zone. He was simply standing there, naked, with an unmistakable blush burning across his chest and neck. "John I-"
John simply smiled and stepped forward wrapping his arms lightly around the detective and kissing his collar bone. "Relax. Just relax. We're taking this slow, alright?"
Sherlock sighed once more, his entire body tensing despite his blogger's orders.
The former doctor smiled into the detective's skin. "Git."
The single word tugged a smirk from the detective, who flopped onto the bed ,pulling John down with him. John laughed as his legs went sprawling over the edge of the bed, splaying him awkwardly on top of Sherlock.
Their laughter shook the bed and they gripped each other simply to keep from falling.
John planted a gentle kiss once more to Sherlock's collarbone, before trailing those kisses down, moving of of the bed and in between his detective's legs. The former doctor watched the way Sherlock's blush deepened as he sat up, realizing the exact situation he was in.
"John you don't have to-" The blogger simply rolled his eyes and ran his hands down the back of Sherlock's legs, silencing him. He continued the motion, rubbing and massaging the his calves while planting soft kisses along the insides of the detective's thighs.
Sherlock tried to stifle the moans that were threatening to escape his mouth as each warm kiss burned his skin. Everything was moving so painfully slow, the agony of anticipation.
John stifled a giggle at the way Sherlock was acting, his entire body tense and shaking, his fist shoved firmly in his mouth, his skin smattered with patches of pink. He pulled Sherlock's leg up and kissed behind his knee, earning a small shiver from his detective. He then placed that leg over his shoulder and repeated the process with the other one before sliding his hands up and gripping Sherlock's hips,rubbing small circles with his thumbs.
Sherlock huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, only to stiffen and grip the sheets the moment that John's lips brushed against his cock. The blogger smiled and nuzzled him, the scruff of his cheek making the genius bite his lip and scrunch his nose at the sensation. The blogger continues, teasing and touching, expecting Sherlock to writhe an moan. Instead, he was met with a sigh, and the detectives softening.
" John this isn't really-" John pulled back, consern knitting his brows.
"What?"
Sherlock huffed and rolled his eyes, sliding up on his elbows to look down at his blogger. "John, I appreciate the effort, but frankly, I'm getting bored."
The blogger sat there for a moment, his eyes squinted as he reviewed the words again in his mind. He looked up, his mouth agape.
"Bored?"
Sherlock ran his fingers through his hair and then absentmindedly began to stroke himself. "Are you honestly surprised?"
The former doctor sighed chuckling slightly before shaking his head.
"Not in the least you sodding git. There goes my fucking plans."
Sherlock offered a weak smile. "Literally or figuratively?"
John groaned and picked himself up off of the floor, plopping down next to Sherlock and shoving him playfully away. "Both, actually."
The detective's small smile grew into a full blown grin as he swiftly moved to straddle his bloggers waist legs and arms wrapping around him. John jumped at the sudden movement his eyes fluttering closed at the warmth that radiated over his skin. He swallowed thickly, his voice rough. "Not bored now?"
Sherlock shook his head and his head descended, mouth bowing to latch once more to his blogger's scarred shoulder while his hips rolled against John's cock. The former doctor moaned loudly, his head falling forward to rest against the curve of his detective's neck.
They continued like this, Sherlock rutting against his blogger, John trying desperately to return the sensations that he was feeling and failing miserably.
The detective slid back and pulled his head up, tangling his fingers in John's hair and latching their lips together while taking both of thier cock's in his hand.
John moaned and bucked his hips into Sherlock's hand, clutching at his detective's arms back, trying to pull him as close as possible as he climaxed.
Sherlock smiled into their kiss as one of John's hands shakily joined his, slowly drawing out his own climax. They slumped together, the detective still wrapped around his blogger their, hands roaming and touching.
It was John who pulled them to the side and pulled back the duvet, wrestling both of them into a semi comfortable position. He ended up with Sherlock's arms around his neck and one of his legs curled around his hip, while he himself laid flat, one arm pinned beneath his detective and the other curled on top of his chest.
There were fleeting thoughts of trying to remove himself and clean them up, grab a clean blanket, turn off the lights. All of these passed as Sherlock nudged himself closer to the former doctor, his breath ghosting over the rapidly chilling skin of John's shoulder.