Fic: Blow-by-blow (7/7)
Title: Afterblow
Words: 1450
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is made.
Summary: 'Blow-by-blow' (also called 'Blowjobs for Science') is the follow-up series for my blowjob 221B which can be found here. John teaches Sherlock about blowjobs.
Previous chapter here
Afterblow
John marveled at the fact that he never thought this possible a mere hour ago when he was walking home. And now here he was, stretched out on his bed, his lips red and slightly sensitive from kissing Sherlock; Sherlock who just now was licking his way down from John’s nipples to his cock.
Being with Sherlock like this was an exciting mixture of being with someone for the first time without having to be overly careful. The first minutes where a little awkward, because although Sherlock knew exactly what he wanted to do, he wasn’t used to doing it. A little bit like watching someone walk a wire a thousand times and still falling down the first time you try it yourself.
But he was a quick learner and after John reminded him (by helplessly swatting on Sherlock’s shoulder until he looked up and then moving his hand around uncoordinated until Sherlock understood what he meant since he couldn’t talk because he was so blissed out) that he did not have to choke on John’s length if he used his hand on the lower part, it was the perfect mixture of heat and friction and all John could do was grab the sheets to stop himself from pushing Sherlock’s head down.
Then Sherlock started to lick and suck in a more experimental manner and it gave John time to calm his heart rate down a little. He opened his eyes and watched Sherlock feel the different types of skin by licking from his balls to the head of his cock. He did this a few times and then touched John’s glans with the tip of his tongue before sitting up and clearly testing the taste. He was about to lean back down when John asked him to stop.
Sherlock flinched and a wounded expression flickered over his face. To prevent him from retreating into his shell or retaliating with a snappy comment John beckoned to him and said, “Come here.”
He reached out and physically pulled Sherlock into his arms to kiss him until all the tension went away,
“I know you like to experiment, and I promise you can do every - well, every reasonable - experiment you’d like to perform on me some other time. But I’ve been waiting for this a long time and I don’t think I can’t wait any longer for you to satisfy your scientific curiosity. Right now I need you to touch me properly, please.”
“Touch? So you changed your mind? You don’t want me to…”
“Suck me? Oh yes, I do. I was just trying to phrase it nicely.”
With a grin Sherlock leaned down and engulfed him again. Then he added his hand and John lost all train of coherent thought. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty, no scientific probing; just wet heat and steady movement.
He lifted his head to watch until Sherlock suddenly swallowed around him and John slammed his head back into the pillow with a choked cry.
“God, yes. That -ah - do that again!”
He did and John felt the orgasm start to burn low in his body, tried to keep his hips still, because Sherlock was not holding him down and then suddenly he was and John could let go and he barely had time to sob out a warning before he came so hard that his muscles clenched enough to lift his back right off the bed.
Heat and pressure were gone immediately and John shoved his own hand down to grab his cock and guide himself through the aftershocks. Only then did he realise that Sherlock was coughing and spitting on the sheets.
Then he huffed and flopped down next to John with a small grimace. “The taste could be improved.”
John couldn't help a small chuckle escape his mouth before he leaned over to kiss Sherlock, then snuggled close.
“Sorry about that. I tried to warn you, but that was... amazing.”
“I’m a quick study.”
“Yeah. Lucky me. Listen, you don’t have to swallow if you don’t like it. You can just finish me off with your hand.”
“But you swallowed mine.”
“Yes. I happen to like it. But it’s ok if you don’t.”
“But you wish I would do it. You like the feeling.”
Not a question. You just couldn’t hide anything from that man.
“Yes. Yes, I would. But that still doesn’t mean that you have to do it.”
Sherlock gazed into the distance and John was fairly sure that he was coming up with a detailed list for several experiments to change the taste of semen in his head right now. He smiled and closed his eyes, allowing himself to doze off.
***
John woke in darkness, a little disoriented and hazy, but alert enough to notice several things.
First, someone was holding him in their arms.
Second, that someone was Sherlock.
Third, Sherlock’s breath was warm on his neck.
Fourth, there was a finger between his buttocks and the tip of said finger was pressing against his opening.
Fifth, he had a massive erection.
Then the previous night came back to him, which caused him to take a shivering breath and whisper, “Jesus.”
“John.”
Just hearing his name in that deep, now a little sleep-husky voice sent another pleasant shiver down his back.
“Do you feel any pain?”
The finger was moving slowly, drawing small, soft circles on sensitive skin that sent tiny spikes of pleasure through his body.
“Pain is definitely not the right word here.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God, no.”
They lay there comfortably for a few minutes, well, as much as you can be comfortable while being fingered rather expertly, until Sherlock stilled his finger and asked in an untypically soft voice, “Are you all right?”
John knew immediately that Sherlock was not talking about right now, because he already had asked permission for this, he was talking about last night and the whole changed situation between them.
“Let go.”
“What? Why?”
Sherlock sounded confused and annoyed, but he withdrew both hands at once and moved away from John.
“Because I need to turn around and kiss you this instant.”
John turned around and looked at Sherlock, his hair beautifully ruffled by sleep and John’s hands before that, who looked back at him with a hint of lingering concern in his eyes.
“I’m fine. Better than fine, actually. Last night was amazing. You were amazing. You are.”
A slow smile dawned on Sherlock’s face and John reached for him, pulled him close and kissed him softly. They shared sweet, lazy kisses for a while and John tried to put all the things in his kisses that he wasn’t ready to say. You are amazing and I can’t believe you’d want me, but God help me I want you, I have wanted you for a long time and I don’t think I will ever want anyone else.
He was pretty sure Sherlock understood it nevertheless.
Then the atmosphere changed and Sherlock started sucking on his lower lip and John moved again until he could roll Sherlock on his back and move on top of him. Sherlock seemed totally aboard with that because his hands slid down John’s back, grabbed his hips and rearranged his position so that their erections were pressed together. Both men groaned and John felt hot and heavy and ready to crawl out of his skin.
Sherlock’s hands moved to stroke John’s buttocks and he sounded as if he had no clue how to breathe anymore.
“I, John, I need...”
“God, yes. Anything.”
Sherlock was momentarily distracted by need and want and rolled his hips, rubbing his cock against John’s with perfect pressure. Then he moved his right hand until his finger could reach between John’s cheeks to gently circle his opening.
John gasped. He hadn’t done this in a while and he thought he might pass out from the sudden rush of pleasure at the thought of Sherlock pushing into him.
It wouldn't happen tonight though, because they were both far too keyed up to have patience for lengthy preparations. They would have, some other time.
He raised his head, about to make a smug comment about reducing the master of words to being speechless but turned somber when he felt Sherlock react to his last words.
“Anything?” Sherlock looked at him with something akin to wonder in his eyes, as if John promising him even that wasn't what he had expected.
“Everything,” John corrected himself.
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AN:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're done! I am terribly sorry that you had to wait this long!
Next thing I will finish is the 'Sunday Senses' Series. Hopefully soon... *ahem*
If you can't wait you can always join me in my current WIP 'An Almost Gravitational Pull' (previously called '365 days of 221Bs')! Day 1 here.
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