Sherlock smirked. "Of course I do. I am perfect and amazing, remember?" He moved closer as well, his arms wrapping John in hug to tug his husband a little closer still. He kissed John on the lips. "What do you want to do tonight?" He was willing to do anything, like usual but he wasn't sure if his husband had anything specific in mind.
That little kiss was enough to make John smile and before long he was up on his toes, starting a slow kiss that left him breathless when he pulled away. "I want you to make love to me," he replied softly, his arms moving up to wrap around the man's neck. "I want to have you above me being an absolutely perfect husband and making us both forget how to walk by the end."
"I think I can arrange that." Sherlock led John to the bed but instead of undressing, he leaned down into his husband so he could straddle John on the mattress. He squirmed into the man below him, enjoying the friction between them and hoped that it would help his husband get hard as well. He bent down, so he could give small biting kisses along his husband's neck before moving his lips back to John's.
John just smiled as Sherlock straddled him, easily wrapping his arms around the man's lower back as he let out a soft gasp. His husband definitely knew what he was doing and it was taking his breath away. For a while he was nervous that nothing was going to happen but when those little bites came to his neck he felt his cock twitch, a whimper slipping past his lips at the feeling. "Sherlock," he whispered, his hips gently lifting up in search of more friction.
Sherlock smirked and pressed down into John a little more eagerly. He moved his lips back to his husband's neck, biting and sucking gently, with an occasional lick. "You taste wonderful," he murmured into the skin. One hand supported him, palm pressed into the sheets by John's ear and the other reached up to run his long fingers through his husband's short hair.
John let a soft chuckle rumble through his chest before he turned his head, nipping gently at the tip of his husband's ear. "Only for you," he murmured softly as he let a small moan slip through his lips. As he got more and more turned on he couldn't help but grin at the fact that Sherlock was able to do this to him, get him worked up and ready to be with the man. How in the world did he get so lucky?
Sherlock smirked again but it faded when he moaned softly at John's lips on his ears. He was already hard but he needed to help John get there all the way still. He continued to thrust his hips into his husband's, another moan escaping his lips from the wonderful friction it caused. "Can't wait to be inside of you."
John pulled away to grin up at his husband, reaching between them with one hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans. "I know you can't," he whispered with a small grin, raising an eyebrow before he flipped them, pinning Sherlock against the bed and gently rocking his hips into the man. That alone was enough to show that he had managed to get completely hard, something he hadn't been able to do without the help of medication in quite some time.
Sherlock smirked as John switched their positions, rolling with his husband easily. "Mmm, eager are we?" Not that he could blame John. He was rather eager himself. He moaned and thrust up into his husband. His arms wrapped around John, hands sliding up the shirt to scratch at the skin underneath lightly.
A soft chuckle slipped through John's lips as he started another slow kiss, moaning into Sherlock's mouth at the scratches. "Haven't had you in days," he whispered when he pulled away, starting to undo the buttons on his husband's shirt. "Want you so bad," he added breathlessly. When the shirt was finally opened he dropped his mouth, sucking gently at any skin on his husband's chest he could get to.
Sherlock smirked. He was quite pleased that John was no longer nervous and just as eager as he was, perhaps more so. His eyes closed and he moaned, the moment he felt his husband's lips on his chest. He couldn't help but buck up into the man above him, moaning again from the slight friction it caused in his trousers.
They were definitely well on their way to making love. After a bit of work John had managed to get Sherlock's trousers open, eagerly dipping his hand in to wrap around the man's erection. "Want you inside of me," he said softly, gasping as his hips moved forward to gently rub against his husband's stomach. "God, I want you so bad."
Sherlock whimpered as soon as he felt John's hand on his cock and couldn't help but rock up into his husband again. "N-need l-lube." He hadn't meant to stutter like that but he was so damned anxious and aroused, he couldn't help it. It was difficult to form thoughts, let alone words.
That stutter from Sherlock was enough for John to know that they were both ready for this. For the first time in quite a while they had a room to themselves and didn't have to rush anything. So he smiled he leaned down, starting a slow kiss with his husband before climbing from his lap. "Let me get it," he said softly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he kept his gaze locked on Sherlock. "Do you need the lube because you want to be inside of me, Sherlock? Is that why?"
Sherlock returned the kiss with a moan. He smirked as he watched John. "Yes, yes it is." He undid the rest of his shirt and threw it to the floor. Then he slid off his trousers, kicking them off the rest of the way. His erection was an obvious bulge against his underwear.
John couldn't help but chuckle at his husband's reply, biting his bottom lip as he finished undressing. The moment he was naked he smiled at Sherlock, clearly proud of the fact that he'd managed to get an erection. "How bad d'you want me?"
Sherlock smirked up at John. "Pretty badly. Since before we left New York City." The smirk got bigger. "I told you there wasn't any reason to be nervous. Look at you, all ready to go. You must want it pretty bad too." He was certainly ready and the waiting was torment but he didn't want to rush his husband.
John blushed a bit, taking a step forward and bending to meet his husband's lips in a slow kiss. "Here," he murmured, turning to rummage through his suitcase before managing to find the lube. "I'm all yours." A smirk tugged at his lips as he moved to straddle Sherlock, raising an eyebrow as he started to suck and nip at the man's neck with soft moans.
Sherlock took the lube and began applying it to his cock but when felt John's lips on his skin, he got distracted. He moaned, hips thrusting up into his husband. His eyes closed, his hand still on his cock but no longer moving for several moments until he finally remembered he was supposed to be shagging John. It was always so easy for his husband to distract him. Once he finished prepping himself, he prepped John next.
For a while all John could do was watch Sherlock get ready, only stopping that to nip and lick at the man's neck without a care. "Want you so bad," he whispered as he arched his back and completely pressed himself against his husband. "Make love to me, Sherlock," he whispered.
Sherlock dropped the lube carelessly to the floor and entered John with a moan. "Feel wonderful already," he murmured as his eyes opened to look up at his husband. He wrapped his arms around John, starting a moderate pace. One hand trailed along his husband's back lightly, and the other moved around to take hold of John's erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
There it was, the feeling of having Sherlock inside of him all over again. John gasped and pressed his face into his husband's neck, exhaling shakily before one hand moved to grab at the man's shoulder, squeezing it tightly before he pressed his hips down and gently pinned Sherlock's against the mattress. "Slow," he demanded softly, taking a deep breath before starting to suck at the man's neck.
It was hard to comply with John being so demanding. Sherlock always found it extremely arousing when his husband took and control and made demands. And Christ, John was sucking on his neck gloriously. He forced himself to focus and slowed his pace down like his husband had asked. "Sorry," he murmured once he found his rhythm again.
A tiny smirk tugged at John's lips before he placed a quick kiss on Sherlock's ear, chuckling against it before he started to rock his hips and get into the rhythm a bit more himself. This was exactly what they'd needed after having to rush in the bathroom for the first part of the vacation. "Better be," he growled before laughing again, clearly having a bit of difficultly trying to keep himself serious and in control.
Sherlock smirked a bit himself as he continued his slow pace in and out of John. "You feel so good." He gave a small moan, finger tips trailing along his husband's back lightly. He hadn't wanted slow really but it was what John wanted and he wanted to make his husband happy. The hand on John's cock had slowed as well, still matching his pace into his husband.
John smiled when they kept going slow, happy that Sherlock was more than willing to comply to some of his wishes. If they went fast then he knew that it would be over faster than he wanted it to. "You too," he replied, rocking his hips in order to meet the thrusts, rocking forward into the man's hand with soft noises. "Fuck, I love you," he whispered, voice cracking a little bit.
Sherlock continued to trail one hand lightly down John's back while the other continued to pump in time with his thrusts. Admittedly he had been in hurry to shag his husband but John had the right idea. Slow and it would last longer. They could both enjoy it more that way.
John whimpered and suddenly his body was tense, clearly attempting to adjust to everything going on. The fact that they were going slow and Sherlock had listened to him was a bit of a shock. He smiled just a bit before reaching a hand down to stop Sherlock's on his cock. If he had power then he wanted to take advantage of it. "Want a blow job when we're done," he murmured softly.
Sherlock smirked at how demanding John was being but he complied, his hand sliding of the cock on coming to rest on his husband's back. He kept the same slow pace, just wanting to make John happy. This was all about his husband right now.
Having Sherlock listen to him was something John was still surprised about but he wasn't going to stay anything and, instead, just enjoy it all unfolding between them. Not having the children around was something he wish they would have never taken advantage of. "I know," he replied with a cocky grin.
Sherlock gave a sideways smirk. "You are very demanding tonight." The smirk got bigger. "Not that I mind or am complaining." He liked when John took control and he was more than happy to to comply. Besides, his husband needed tonight and he wanted to do everything he could to please John.
"Sod off," John replied with a soft laugh, placing a quick kiss on the side of the man's head before he took a deep breath and started moving faster. This was exactly what he needed, what the both of them needed after a bit of a stressful past few weeks. "Sometimes I know that you like to be commanded to do things," he added before biting down gently on the man's neck.
Sherlock smirked and moaned the moment he felt John biting his neck. How was he supposed to keep a slow pace when his husband was doing things like that? His fingers dug into John's back a bit as he fought for control to keep slow. If he felt his husband rock against him faster though, he would be more than willing to speed things up. He had wanted things a little rougher but right now, what he wanted didn't matter. Just making John happy did.
Those little noises made John grin so without too much more time he started rocking his hips faster, his fingers curling into the back of his husband's shoulder in order to dig into the lean muscles there. Now they could go faster and a bit rougher which meant changing positions wouldn't be horrible. So he rolled and easily wrapped his legs around his husband, grinning up at the man with a glint in his eyes.
Sherlock followed the movements of his husband easily. "Oh God yes," he murmured. He matched John's pace, eager and excited that things were escalating. One hand rested on the head board and another gripped his husband's shoulder. He dropped his head to John's shoulder so he could mark the man below him. He was careful to bite low, near the shoulder so the children wouldn't notice.
John couldn't help but gasp, clenching his muscle around Sherlock without a thought as everything continued to happen. This was perfect for them. Slow to start, fast to finish off. Granted, they wouldn't last as long as they used to because they weren't young anymore but it didn't matter because he felt the love between them. That would always be enough. "You like that, then?" Still keeping himself a bit in control as he turned and nipped at the man's ear.
Sherlock smirked. "Yes," he breathed into John's skin as he continued to mark the man below him eagerly. He was lasting longer than he thought he would, maybe it was because they had started off so slow. He moaned at the feeling of his husband's lips on his ear. Everything was feeling perfect right now.
When John continued to let himself get marked he couldn't help but moan, arching up underneath his husband as he tried to figure it all out happening around him. This was exactly what he'd needed. "More," he whispered softly, letting out a small whimper before pressing his feet against his husband's lower back. "Harder, Sherlock. Faster."
Sherlock didn't need to be told twice. He immediately began a faster, rougher pace. He grunted a bit from the effort, but moans still escaped from his lips. He had to stop biting and sucking on John to breathe, the hand slipping for his husband's shoulder and into the sheets. He gripped them tightly and the hand on the headboard also took a stronger hold. The bed was creaking and shaking under their weight and force. It reminded him of Scotland and their honeymoon. He smirked, his gaze looking down at John. He finally came, moaning out his husband's name loudly.
There it was. John let out a small shout before his body fell limp under Sherlock. There was nothing more that he could do than wait to see if his husband would be willing to help him after all that. If it didn't happen then he'd understand only because the man looked absolutely exhausted. "I bet you loved that," he said softly as he ran a hand down the man's sweaty back.
Sherlock smirked as he continued to look down at John. He was panting too much to reply verbally so he merely nodded his head. He took a moment before getting his breathing under control, before sliding out of his husband and moved down John's body so he could take the cock in his mouth. He started a slow pace because he had exhausted a lot his energy shagging his husband there at the end.
Once the blow job started John couldn't help but notice how slow it was Sherlock was exhausted, that much was obvious, so he settled in and simply let it happen. "If you need to stop you can," he whispered. At the rate their night was going he knew that finishing himself off would work just as well and he didn't mind it at all."You're tired," he commented before a sharp hiss slipped through his teeth.
"'m fine," Sherlock managed to mumble around the cock. To prove his point he started to bob his head faster. He wasn't going to ruin the night for John. He was going to finish the blow job and do it right damn it. He slid his mouth down as far as he could, gagging a bit but continued to keep the up the pace he had set.
The moment Sherlock gagged around him John knew that he was about to orgasm. There was a soft noise that indicated he was about to get pushed over that edge so he lifted a hand, gently tugged at his husband's hair, and then came with a soft noise. It was several moments until his body fell limp and he could do nothing more than breathe heavily as he sunk into the mattress.
Sherlock moaned the moment he felt John pull his hair, because that was pretty much his favorite feeling ever. He gagged a bit but managed to swallow it all. He fell to the side of his husband, his head resting against John's hip. He didn't really feel like moving any more than he needed to right now. Driving was actually pretty tiring and making sure John had enjoyed the night had exhausted him. He hadn't planned on it before but he would probably sleep rather well tonight.
John just smiled down at his husband, slowly running a hand through the man's hair and chuckling at the both of them. Now they were exhausted and they would end up sleeping rather well because of it. "C'mere, let me hold you," he whispered as he looked down at the man with a lazy smile. "You deserve it, yeah? After all that you did." Especially because he gave up the power he was so used to having in sexual situations.
Sherlock hadn't planned on moving the rest of the night really and he gave a small groan of protest. However, once more he complied with John's requests. He squirmed his way up far enough, so his head would rest on his husband's chest. A hand came to lazily drape over John's stomach.
"You can sleep now," John whispered as he moved a hand to run gently up and down his husband's back. "You look absolutely exhausted, love. You definitely need to sleep." Driving all day had really worn the man out and now John was going to make sure that he got the rest he needed. If that meant taking care of the kids for the start of the next morning then he didn't have a problem with that at all.
"I'm fine," Sherlock mumbled but even as he spoke his eyes closed. He shifted, snuggling a little more into John before he finally stilled and his breathing evened out. "Love you," he murmured before falling asleep completely.
Just like that John was the only one awake. He settled in and watched Sherlock sleep with a small smile, taking it all in as it unfolded. Nearly an hour after his husband fell asleep he followed suit, holding on to the man tightly as he slept.