[ John wasn't offended by that 'are you daft' look, since yes, he's quite used to it by now, and right now, its very comforting. It actually makes him smirk quietly in dry amusement, relief flooding through him when Sherlock reassures him that everything is much better than alright. When the detective went on to explain how fine he was with the fast pacing, a bit of color actually warmed the good doctor's cheeks sheepishly. He shook his head, gaze glancing down to those addicting, heart-shaped lips, the elegant neck... and the back up to those pale eyes before he could lose all his focus completely. It was a very easy thing to do when you were straddling one Sherlock Holmes and eager to get back to all that intoxicating snogging once again. ]
No, no - I'm very good with this pacing. I just... well. [ His expression softened into a little smile. ] I want you, Sherlock, more than I've wanted... well, anyone, really. It almost scares me how badly I want this. So please don't doubt my feelings on this. Unfortunately, I'm not yet to the point where I can read your thoughts - thank God, [ John chuckled quietly, leaning forward to kiss the detective's lips briefly again, breaking away only to finish his sentence: ] so I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page here.
Haha, thank you, I love it too. X3shutupimageniusNovember 10 2011, 00:32:15 UTC
[Sherlock is glad to see John smirk at his look rather than get offended by it per usual. Maybe he underestimated the benefits of romantic relationships, because it seemed to make John far more forgiving when he was on top of him.
And oh, John's blushing now, which just endears him to Sherlock all the more, as much as that's possible. He watches his wandering gaze in interest, feeling a slight patter in his chest at how eager John seemed to be to get back in to it because he was too.
He's all ready to jump right back into the kissing when John says the pacing is fine, but he stops himself when John trails off and smiles like that. His words manage to floor him for a moment. He already knew John was interested in him, but to hear it like that made an unfamiliar but very pleasant warmth pool in his stomach and radiate up through his chest.]
I want you too. [He blurts out suddenly, clearing his throat at how those words had so suddenly leapt from his mouth.] I know I can be difficult, but I don't want you to doubt that I am invested in this. [He's still coming to grips with the fact that he has feelings, so this is him taking baby steps to admitting just how much he feels for John. Any lingering confusion is swiftly dissipated when John's lips meet his again, effectively quieting his mind once more. How did John do that anyway? He never would have guessed that the thing that would finally shut his brain up (apart from drugs) was snogging.]
I think we're absolutely on the same page. [He affirmed, pulling him into another kiss and dragging him down with him so they were both lying down and John was on top of him. He was swiftly becoming addicted to the feeling of John pressed so thoroughly against him, that much was certain.]
[ Obviously, John knew Sherlock was attracted to him on some level, but he'd still had that little nagging doubt that perhaps this was more of an experiment to him. But to hear him repeat those simple words: I want you too affected the doctor so powerfully that it surprised him. It really shouldn't have, he mused - after all, the detective's words, enveloped around that deep baritone voice of his, had been affecting him since the first day they'd med and he'd introduced him to an exciting new world. Ever since then, he'd been following him almost blindly, not looking back, even on the most dangerous cases, or after their worst arguments. Now would not be different.
Sherlock's confident affirmation was more than enough, and he willingly returned to that kiss, his eyes slipping closed as lips crashed into lips. He did let out a quietly muffled sound of surprise to find himself on top of the detective like that... but he quickly decided he didn't mind. It would be nice to have some control of the situation, since usually it was the other way around with everything else, and John was a bit more experienced with being intimate. Still, this was not only another man, it was Sherlock, and he was very interested in exploring him and finding out what sort of 'things' he liked. Snogging was good - snogging was very good for them both. But now, there was also the added friction between their bodies that John could control by pressing his down into Sherlock's.
It was a new sort of sensation for the doctor as well, however, as he slowly let himself down from where his hands, one on either side of Sherlock's face, had kept him propped up. He broke the kiss only to drag his lips down the man's elegant neck, finding a nice spot to work at with the gentle pressure of his teeth, and then sucking with his lips. The fingers of one of his hands was tangled in the detective's dark hair, a gentle, tugging pressure there. At the same time, he brings his hips upwards against Sherlock's in a grind that is almost tantalizingly slow. The arousing feeling surprises even John, bringing a pleased moan out of his lips. ]
[Sherlock was worried for a moment that he would regret admitting even something as simple as physical wanting because he'd never felt it before and it was all so new and disorienting. John understood, though, like he always did to the point where Sherlock felt ridiculous for worrying in the first place. This was John, after all, who knew more about him than probably anyone and accepted it all, even the bad parts like his past drug use and his bouts of persistent depression. Sherlock didn't have to worry with John at all, and the walls he's carefully built around himself for years crumbled away a bit more every time John smiled at him in that way that said 'it's all fine' without any words.
He kissed him with far more fervor this time, ending up dragging him on top of him in his enthusiasm. He was glad John seemed to enjoy it too, and he certainly liked the way it felt when John lowered himself onto him as a living blanket of sorts. He could certainly do with that warmth during the harsh London winters, John's body heat yet another advantage of this partnership that he hadn't anticipated.
He tries to catch his breath when the kiss breaks, but it's no good when John's lips drag over his neck, making him gasp softly and tilt his head to give him better access, though maybe that was John's hand in his hair moving his head like that. Either way, he liked it a lot. A moan is torn from his throat when all that (which was already absurdly good) was accompanied by John rocking his hips against his. He arches up against him a bit at the feeling, his fingers fisting into John's shirt as he all but writhes under him.]
Nnnhh. [That helpless sound is all he manages in response when he feels like all his nerves are short-circuiting under all the pleasurable sensations.]
Late tag is late - sorry! <3 I'm enjoying this, btw, hope you are too! :DmightbebloggingNovember 10 2011, 16:41:47 UTC
[ John would probably only worry about Sherlock more now, if that were even possible. He rather hoped the experiments with drugs were all behind him now, but he doubted he would ever be able to stop this impossible man from taking risks. Hell, he wasn't one to talk, as much as he got off on danger himself, but that didn't mean he wanted his flatmate to take too many unnecessary risks just for the sake of boredom, or something to that effect. At the very least, he always wanted to be there with him, so they had each others' backs. Now that it had become clear their deep feelings for each other were very much mutual, the doctor had a feeling the younger man would eventually be the death of him, in the figurative or even literal sense.
Right now, however, such thoughts did not even remotely plague him. Really, the most complex thought he had in that moment was how insanely good this all felt. The moan and the sounds Sherlock is making only spur him on - that voice alone sending a little pleasurable shiver down his spine. Just feeling that lean body pressing against his, even through their clothes, is already starting to drive him wild. Some part of him knows he shouldn't go too quickly, since this is new to Sherlock, and 'getting to second base' with his flatmate is very new to him, as well. But that doesn't stop him from doing just that, as he grazes his teeth lightly against the other's collarbone. His fingers slowly unbutton his shirt, lips trailing down newly exposed, pale skin. ]
Not a problem, and yes, me too! I'd love to do another thread with you of some buildup/tension. :DshutupimageniusNovember 10 2011, 17:58:33 UTC
[Sherlock really wondered why he'd never thought of this before. It had been obvious from the moment they met that they would become inseperable. He hadn't been able to place what exactly it was that told him that, especially because John seemed so ordinary. It was clear after their first few days together that John was far from ordinary, enough to intrigue Sherlock to no end. He wanted to know everything about him, apparently even what he was like in a relationship, which had caught him completely by surprise.
It didn't feel as foreign as it actually was to do this with John, though. His body's responses were instinctual, and his mind was quiet without frenetically listing off all the ways this could go terribly wrong. He was left to just enjoy himself and all the attention John was giving him.
His hands can only grip at John's shirt as he panted softly underneath him, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes as he watched him start to unbutton his shirt. His chest is rising and falling quite quickly under John's lips, each kiss stoking that insistent heat in his stomach. The need to learn more finally got him to concentrate enough to get his own hands moving to work at opening John's shirt as well. He gently drags his hands up his abdomen when he gets his shirt open, his eyes lingering at the scar on his shoulder but not touching yet in case John had a stigma about it, asking for permission with his eyes.]
Another thread would be great! Really, I'm up for whatever. mightbebloggingNovember 10 2011, 18:50:36 UTC
[ To some extent, John doesn't completely understand what Sherlock would see in him. Sherlock is the one with the brilliant mind here, but somehow, they fit so well together. Its not something the doctor is complaining about, of course, especially now. Although he probably more the romantic sap of the two, he's not sure if he believes in things like 'soul mates.' Whatever the case, right here, right now, this is exactly where he feels like he's meant to be.
John's kisses are slow and tender against the detective's chest, as if he is a thing to be admired and worshiped. And honestly, when he pauses to look at the younger man, shirt opened and pushed back revealing his chest, he can't help but sigh quietly. With a little chuckle, he shakes his head in light disbelief, voice softly sincere. ]
You really are gorgeous, you know.
[ When he felt those long-fingered hands working on the buttons of his own shirt, he watches Sherlock's expression thoughtfully. The hands running up his chest sent more shivers through him, and he swallows hard against the way it makes his skin come alive with the sensations. He knew what the other meant when their eyes met and he saw the unspoken question in his. John can't help but feel somewhat vulnerable, with that not completely healed wound marring his shoulder in a way he didn't think was exactly 'pretty.' But he trusted Sherlock, and he wanted Sherlock, more than mere words could say. So he gave the slightest of nods, letting him know it was okay. ]
I'm open for anything too. :D We'll have to start plotting, I could go for some good case!rp.shutupimageniusNovember 10 2011, 21:50:33 UTC
[Sherlock couldn't really understand what John saw in him either. Everyone else just saw a cold, deductive machine who couldn't possibly have any real feelings behind that mask. John effortlessly saw beyond what everyone said about him to see that Sherlock was, in fact, a human being underneath all his logic and his spiny demeanor, even though Sherlock hadn't even admitted that fact to himself yet.
This was all so new to him, to be able to feel John's reverence for him in every touch. He wasn't used to being admired by any stretch, so all of this was a lot to get used to, though he certainly was getting used to it. He stares up at John when he pulled back in muted surprise at everything he was feeling, shutting his mouth and feeling silly that it had been hanging open like it was in the first place. He gives a questioning look when John chuckles, for once unable to read what John might say because John had never looked at him like this before. And then he hears the word 'gorgeous' and well...he doesn't quite know what to say to that.]
I er..thank you. [He replies, still somewhat taken aback by hearing that.] You're very good at what you're doing. [He manages dumbly in response, cursing his vernacular for always leaving him when he felt like he had so much to say to John.
He moves his focus from trying to talk to just touching some more, admiring John's strong torso with his eyes and hands.]
Your musculature is quite impressive. [He says softly, glad to finally get out the fact that he found John quite attractive as well. He gave the barest hint of a smile when John shudders slightly under the touch, elated to know that his touch could make him react like that.
He watches intently as his wordless query is registered by John, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss to reassure him a bit as his fingers wandered up to gently run over the war wound. It was a tangible symbol of John's bravery, showcasing his willingness to put his life on the line for his country. And now, for Sherlock specifically. It was a tell of just how extraordinary John was and served to remind Sherlock of all the times John threw himself headlong into danger to save him.]
Thank you. [He said again, knowing that that was probably difficult for John to do, and it meant a lot that he trusted him enough to let him see and touch it.]
WELL we could always have Lestrade call/text Sherlock, interrupting them here, or finish this first!mightbebloggingNovember 10 2011, 23:04:09 UTC
[ And now its John's turn to be abashed by the other's praise. Yes, he's quite good at praising Sherlock right and left after his brilliant deductions, but the man deserves that. The good doctor, meanwhile, is more the modest, humble type, so he's not an expert at handling praise, especially of this sort and especially from the detective. The first compliment about his 'skills' has the corners of his lips turning upward in a somewhat shy little smile. ]
Well, thanks, I'm... really glad you're liking this. [ He murmurs, watching the other and enjoying the touch, until the next compliment about his 'musculature' comes. This time, his cheeks do warm a bit, and he bits his lower lip in a now more sheepish smile. He's toned from his days as a soldier, yes, but its been a while now, and he's sure his physique has softened somewhat. So its a bit embarrassing, but also makes him feel rather good about himself, and all he can manage is a bit of a nod, glancing away from the other's vivid eyes for a moment. ]
Bit out of shape, probably. [ John breathes a quietly chuckled excuse... but any insecurities he might have had fade away when Sherlock steals his lip for that simple kiss. What nerve endings weren't deadened on his shoulder were highly sensitive, and those gentle fingers left behind fiery sparks of sensation in their wake. Yes, he would risk his own life for Sherlock's, even sacrifice himself - and he had, of course. They both had. It had just taken them a while to realize that this level of devotion and feeling for each other went far beyond flatmates and friends.
It was the 'thank you' that nearly undid John. A flood of warmth hit him and his smile widened. With a sharp inhale, he closed that distance between them again, capturing Sherlock's lips in a heated kiss, pouring out his feelings for this man into that contact. ]
Very much. [Sherlock replies, still surprised at how well he was taking to this activity he'd always assumed was unnecessary and pointless. This is certainly far from it, and he knows it's only because of John. He doesn't miss the color coming to John's face at his compliment, smiling softly at John's bashful expression.]
Not at all. I think our casework has kept you in remarkable shape. [He knows John is humble and not at all boastful, so he took it upon himself to have ego enough for the two of them. He let his head fall back against the sofa after the kiss, smirking lazily up at John and the way he lit up when Sherlock gave his thanks.
He returns the kiss enthusiastically, wrapping his arms tight around John to pull him down right against him, enjoying the feeling of being so close.
Or, he was enjoying it, until he hears his mobile go off from where it's sitting on the coffee table. He's still terribly invested in the kiss, but his eyes are wandering now to stare at the phone as it flashes to indicate a text message. He was certainly curious what it said, but he was finding it hard to tear himself away from this. He gives an indecisive hum and squirms a bit, finally breaking the kiss to heave a frustrated sigh.]
I don't know if I should hope that it's important or unimportant. [He gives John another quick peck on the lips before reaching over to grab his phone and read the message from Lestrade.]
We have a case. [He says, for once sounding conflicted about how he should feel about that fact. If only the murderer had waited just a few more hours...]
[ Somewhere in the back of his mind, John is vaguely aware there is a mobile going off. But just like in a dream, when the sound of an alarm or someone talking to you into reality makes it way into your dream, he's stubbornly trying not to let this kiss be interrupted. The way Sherlock's arms are holding him so closely and their lips are moving against each other feels much too good just to stop. He can't believe how much a grown man at his age feels like a hormone-driven teenager right now. When the man beneath him makes that decision and pulls away, John very nearly whimpers in protest. Instead, he does the much more 'manly' thing and groans in equal frustration. ]
I'm thinking 'unimportant' would be very good about now. [ John decides hopefully, a wry little smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he props himself up just a bit on his elbows, without pulling himself away from the very comfortable position atop of Sherlock. A frown is already lining his face as he watches the other read the text, and he sighs when his fears are confirmed.]
You're joking. [ His voice is flat, but he knows enough to know Sherlock is not 'yankin his chain.' Much as they were both enjoying this, he really doubts the other would be that cruel. Not like this. Heaving a sigh this time, he falls back against his flatmate, laying his cheek briefly on his chest, nuzzled beneath Sherlock's chin. For a moment, he enjoys hearing the detective's still quickened heartbeat beneath that warm, pale skin. ]
Not that a case isn't good, of course... and Lestrade wouldn't be asking for you if he didn't really need you. So its probably something highly unusual and right up your alley. [ A beat. He's really trying to convince himself they had better go. ] Probably dangerous too...
[Sherlock for once wishes he didn't have to be called in on this one considering he was already in the middle of a very important experiment that could certainly do without being interrupted. He keeps a hand on the back of John's neck even as he grabs for the phone, not wanting him to go anywhere just yet.
He can't help but agree with John's hope that it's unimportant, though he'd still be miffed about halting this to read a pointless text message. No such luck, of course, because the text is from Lestrade about a new case. He sighs again and shakes his head when John says he's joking.
He sets aside the mobile and tries to muster the energy to get up until John lays his head on his chest like that. His hand finds his hair to stroke it softly, happy to stay like this for now.]
It would be better if it were to come about a few hours later. [It really did seem unfair that he finally experiments with physical affection only to have it interrupted. John's words were true, and it irritated him just how true they were because that would mean leaving this. He hugs John tighter against him, nuzzling his hair and appearing not to want John to get up even though he probably should.]
We'll...pick up on this later, correct? [He asks, hoping John wouldn't be discouraged from trying this again when they had the time. He really really would rather continue now, but it seemed the criminal classes had other plans.]
[ Those fingers stroking his hair, combined with the warmth of Sherlock's body and the beating of his heart all make John a very relaxed man. At least, he's on his way to becoming very relaxed. Unfortunately, what could have been a lovely day spent exploring this new facet of their relationship is marred by the very real murder case. Lestrade was waiting for them. For now, this had to end.
As those arms tighten around him and he hears the detective's words, it suddenly hits John that this is what's most important - not his job at the clinic, not even the cases themselves sometimes, but just this incredible man. He knows the detective would grow terrible bored of a 'domestic life,' but he suddenly muses that just spending a few days, or even a week inside, in bed even, with Sherlock Holmes, would not be a minute wasted. John tenderly presses his lips to Sherlock's breast, just above the previous heart he knows is there, both literally and figuratively, before raising his head to catch that gaze. ]
We absolutely will pick up on this later. [ He grinned crookedly, before leaning over to press his lips against the other man's. The kiss lasts a bit longer than he'd meant it to, but then, this is all still so very new. Its like a new addiction, and he can't help wanting more, even knowing that right now, it won't be enough. With a quiet sigh, he breaks away, looks into those vivid eyes for a heartbeat or two longer... then forces himself up and off Sherlock. Pulling his shirt back on, he starts to button it back up. ]
[It's really taking all of Sherlock's will to just get up, wanting to stay right here under John for as long as possible. He hated getting torn away from something that was going so well so far, and he wanted nothing more than to say 'sod it' and just stay here, or even relocate to one of their bedrooms. He knew he was well on his way to becoming domesticated in thanks to this, but then, their life is already pretty domestic. This really was the next logical step, because this assured that John would never be more than arm's reach away. Sherlock could certainly get used to that.
He manages a slight quirk of a smile when John kisses his chest, forgetting for just a moment that they needed to leave in favor of just enjoying stroking his hair in return. His smile widens when John assures him that they would be starting this up again later. He strokes the back of his neck and all too happily returns the kiss, glad that John let his lips linger for a few extra moments.
He sighs along with John when he pulls back, meeting John's gaze and wishing he didn't have to get up. He pushes a hand through his hair irritably, sitting up and buttoning up his own shirt as he watches longingly as John does the same, annoyed that he wouldn't be able to continue the study of his form until later.]
In the back alley of a nightclub in the Whitechapel district. [He replies, pocketing his mobile before moving to the coat rack to don his coat and scarf, wanting to get this over with so they could get back to what they were doing.]
[ Its John who is the one becoming distracted as he watches Sherlock button his own shirt back up. He's this close to letting out a disappointed sound, much akin to a whimper, as that pale, lean chest is covered once again. The shirt fits the man perfectly, of course, and he looks very good in it, but it makes it worse, knowing the lovely body that lies just beneath that taunting material. Its unfair that the shirt will get to touch his skin while John, unfortunately, cannot - certainly not while they're out in public on a case. Steeling himself up best he can, he finishes with his shirt, absently raking a hand through his short hair. ]
Nightclub. Lovely. So, what, is it a dead body, then?
[ He asks, somewhat dryly, as he shrugs his own shorter coat on, and follows after his flatmate. Just being close to him now is distracting, and they haven't even left the flat yet. The urge to just snog Sherlock is there and its strong, but he does his very best to keep it held in, even as the longing is evident in his gaze. ]
[Despite the unfortunate circumstances they find themselves in, Sherlock still found it rather amusing how they both were staring at the other as they fixed their shirts. He manages a slight smirk at the way John stares at him, unable to wait for when they could get back to what they were doing so he could keep seeing that look.
He nods.] Prostitute. Intestines removed. [He smirks a little, wondering if John had caught on to why this had caught his interest.] Sound familiar?
[He makes it to the door just fine, and it isn't until he waits by the door and glances up at John that a pang of desire hits him again. He can see his own longing reflected on John's face, and that fact more than anything makes him truly regret having to go on this case.
He needed just a bit more to have any hopes of getting through this, so he takes John's shoulders and pushes him gently but firmly up against the wall to snog him hard. It's a very good outlet for frustration, he found, pouring all the unsaid yearning into the kiss to take a bit of the edge off.
He gives a sigh of relief after he breaks the kiss, smiling at John's bewildered expression.]
That should hold me over. I hope, anyway. [He says, kissing him gentler and quicker this time before prying himself off of him so they could finally leave. He knew that urge would probably strike him a few more times throughout the evening, and he only hoped they'd be near a secluded place so he could act on it whenever it came about again.]
No, no - I'm very good with this pacing. I just... well. [ His expression softened into a little smile. ] I want you, Sherlock, more than I've wanted... well, anyone, really. It almost scares me how badly I want this. So please don't doubt my feelings on this. Unfortunately, I'm not yet to the point where I can read your thoughts - thank God, [ John chuckled quietly, leaning forward to kiss the detective's lips briefly again, breaking away only to finish his sentence: ] so I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page here.
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And oh, John's blushing now, which just endears him to Sherlock all the more, as much as that's possible. He watches his wandering gaze in interest, feeling a slight patter in his chest at how eager John seemed to be to get back in to it because he was too.
He's all ready to jump right back into the kissing when John says the pacing is fine, but he stops himself when John trails off and smiles like that. His words manage to floor him for a moment. He already knew John was interested in him, but to hear it like that made an unfamiliar but very pleasant warmth pool in his stomach and radiate up through his chest.]
I want you too. [He blurts out suddenly, clearing his throat at how those words had so suddenly leapt from his mouth.] I know I can be difficult, but I don't want you to doubt that I am invested in this. [He's still coming to grips with the fact that he has feelings, so this is him taking baby steps to admitting just how much he feels for John. Any lingering confusion is swiftly dissipated when John's lips meet his again, effectively quieting his mind once more. How did John do that anyway? He never would have guessed that the thing that would finally shut his brain up (apart from drugs) was snogging.]
I think we're absolutely on the same page. [He affirmed, pulling him into another kiss and dragging him down with him so they were both lying down and John was on top of him. He was swiftly becoming addicted to the feeling of John pressed so thoroughly against him, that much was certain.]
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Sherlock's confident affirmation was more than enough, and he willingly returned to that kiss, his eyes slipping closed as lips crashed into lips. He did let out a quietly muffled sound of surprise to find himself on top of the detective like that... but he quickly decided he didn't mind. It would be nice to have some control of the situation, since usually it was the other way around with everything else, and John was a bit more experienced with being intimate. Still, this was not only another man, it was Sherlock, and he was very interested in exploring him and finding out what sort of 'things' he liked. Snogging was good - snogging was very good for them both. But now, there was also the added friction between their bodies that John could control by pressing his down into Sherlock's.
It was a new sort of sensation for the doctor as well, however, as he slowly let himself down from where his hands, one on either side of Sherlock's face, had kept him propped up. He broke the kiss only to drag his lips down the man's elegant neck, finding a nice spot to work at with the gentle pressure of his teeth, and then sucking with his lips. The fingers of one of his hands was tangled in the detective's dark hair, a gentle, tugging pressure there. At the same time, he brings his hips upwards against Sherlock's in a grind that is almost tantalizingly slow. The arousing feeling surprises even John, bringing a pleased moan out of his lips. ]
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He kissed him with far more fervor this time, ending up dragging him on top of him in his enthusiasm. He was glad John seemed to enjoy it too, and he certainly liked the way it felt when John lowered himself onto him as a living blanket of sorts. He could certainly do with that warmth during the harsh London winters, John's body heat yet another advantage of this partnership that he hadn't anticipated.
He tries to catch his breath when the kiss breaks, but it's no good when John's lips drag over his neck, making him gasp softly and tilt his head to give him better access, though maybe that was John's hand in his hair moving his head like that. Either way, he liked it a lot. A moan is torn from his throat when all that (which was already absurdly good) was accompanied by John rocking his hips against his. He arches up against him a bit at the feeling, his fingers fisting into John's shirt as he all but writhes under him.]
Nnnhh. [That helpless sound is all he manages in response when he feels like all his nerves are short-circuiting under all the pleasurable sensations.]
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Right now, however, such thoughts did not even remotely plague him. Really, the most complex thought he had in that moment was how insanely good this all felt. The moan and the sounds Sherlock is making only spur him on - that voice alone sending a little pleasurable shiver down his spine. Just feeling that lean body pressing against his, even through their clothes, is already starting to drive him wild. Some part of him knows he shouldn't go too quickly, since this is new to Sherlock, and 'getting to second base' with his flatmate is very new to him, as well. But that doesn't stop him from doing just that, as he grazes his teeth lightly against the other's collarbone. His fingers slowly unbutton his shirt, lips trailing down newly exposed, pale skin. ]
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It didn't feel as foreign as it actually was to do this with John, though. His body's responses were instinctual, and his mind was quiet without frenetically listing off all the ways this could go terribly wrong. He was left to just enjoy himself and all the attention John was giving him.
His hands can only grip at John's shirt as he panted softly underneath him, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes as he watched him start to unbutton his shirt. His chest is rising and falling quite quickly under John's lips, each kiss stoking that insistent heat in his stomach. The need to learn more finally got him to concentrate enough to get his own hands moving to work at opening John's shirt as well. He gently drags his hands up his abdomen when he gets his shirt open, his eyes lingering at the scar on his shoulder but not touching yet in case John had a stigma about it, asking for permission with his eyes.]
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John's kisses are slow and tender against the detective's chest, as if he is a thing to be admired and worshiped. And honestly, when he pauses to look at the younger man, shirt opened and pushed back revealing his chest, he can't help but sigh quietly. With a little chuckle, he shakes his head in light disbelief, voice softly sincere. ]
You really are gorgeous, you know.
[ When he felt those long-fingered hands working on the buttons of his own shirt, he watches Sherlock's expression thoughtfully. The hands running up his chest sent more shivers through him, and he swallows hard against the way it makes his skin come alive with the sensations. He knew what the other meant when their eyes met and he saw the unspoken question in his. John can't help but feel somewhat vulnerable, with that not completely healed wound marring his shoulder in a way he didn't think was exactly 'pretty.' But he trusted Sherlock, and he wanted Sherlock, more than mere words could say. So he gave the slightest of nods, letting him know it was okay. ]
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This was all so new to him, to be able to feel John's reverence for him in every touch. He wasn't used to being admired by any stretch, so all of this was a lot to get used to, though he certainly was getting used to it. He stares up at John when he pulled back in muted surprise at everything he was feeling, shutting his mouth and feeling silly that it had been hanging open like it was in the first place. He gives a questioning look when John chuckles, for once unable to read what John might say because John had never looked at him like this before. And then he hears the word 'gorgeous' and well...he doesn't quite know what to say to that.]
I er..thank you. [He replies, still somewhat taken aback by hearing that.] You're very good at what you're doing. [He manages dumbly in response, cursing his vernacular for always leaving him when he felt like he had so much to say to John.
He moves his focus from trying to talk to just touching some more, admiring John's strong torso with his eyes and hands.]
Your musculature is quite impressive. [He says softly, glad to finally get out the fact that he found John quite attractive as well. He gave the barest hint of a smile when John shudders slightly under the touch, elated to know that his touch could make him react like that.
He watches intently as his wordless query is registered by John, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss to reassure him a bit as his fingers wandered up to gently run over the war wound. It was a tangible symbol of John's bravery, showcasing his willingness to put his life on the line for his country. And now, for Sherlock specifically. It was a tell of just how extraordinary John was and served to remind Sherlock of all the times John threw himself headlong into danger to save him.]
Thank you. [He said again, knowing that that was probably difficult for John to do, and it meant a lot that he trusted him enough to let him see and touch it.]
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Well, thanks, I'm... really glad you're liking this. [ He murmurs, watching the other and enjoying the touch, until the next compliment about his 'musculature' comes. This time, his cheeks do warm a bit, and he bits his lower lip in a now more sheepish smile. He's toned from his days as a soldier, yes, but its been a while now, and he's sure his physique has softened somewhat. So its a bit embarrassing, but also makes him feel rather good about himself, and all he can manage is a bit of a nod, glancing away from the other's vivid eyes for a moment. ]
Bit out of shape, probably. [ John breathes a quietly chuckled excuse... but any insecurities he might have had fade away when Sherlock steals his lip for that simple kiss. What nerve endings weren't deadened on his shoulder were highly sensitive, and those gentle fingers left behind fiery sparks of sensation in their wake. Yes, he would risk his own life for Sherlock's, even sacrifice himself - and he had, of course. They both had. It had just taken them a while to realize that this level of devotion and feeling for each other went far beyond flatmates and friends.
It was the 'thank you' that nearly undid John. A flood of warmth hit him and his smile widened. With a sharp inhale, he closed that distance between them again, capturing Sherlock's lips in a heated kiss, pouring out his feelings for this man into that contact. ]
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Not at all. I think our casework has kept you in remarkable shape. [He knows John is humble and not at all boastful, so he took it upon himself to have ego enough for the two of them. He let his head fall back against the sofa after the kiss, smirking lazily up at John and the way he lit up when Sherlock gave his thanks.
He returns the kiss enthusiastically, wrapping his arms tight around John to pull him down right against him, enjoying the feeling of being so close.
Or, he was enjoying it, until he hears his mobile go off from where it's sitting on the coffee table. He's still terribly invested in the kiss, but his eyes are wandering now to stare at the phone as it flashes to indicate a text message. He was certainly curious what it said, but he was finding it hard to tear himself away from this. He gives an indecisive hum and squirms a bit, finally breaking the kiss to heave a frustrated sigh.]
I don't know if I should hope that it's important or unimportant. [He gives John another quick peck on the lips before reaching over to grab his phone and read the message from Lestrade.]
We have a case. [He says, for once sounding conflicted about how he should feel about that fact. If only the murderer had waited just a few more hours...]
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I'm thinking 'unimportant' would be very good about now. [ John decides hopefully, a wry little smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he props himself up just a bit on his elbows, without pulling himself away from the very comfortable position atop of Sherlock. A frown is already lining his face as he watches the other read the text, and he sighs when his fears are confirmed.]
You're joking. [ His voice is flat, but he knows enough to know Sherlock is not 'yankin his chain.' Much as they were both enjoying this, he really doubts the other would be that cruel. Not like this. Heaving a sigh this time, he falls back against his flatmate, laying his cheek briefly on his chest, nuzzled beneath Sherlock's chin. For a moment, he enjoys hearing the detective's still quickened heartbeat beneath that warm, pale skin. ]
Not that a case isn't good, of course... and Lestrade wouldn't be asking for you if he didn't really need you. So its probably something highly unusual and right up your alley. [ A beat. He's really trying to convince himself they had better go. ] Probably dangerous too...
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He can't help but agree with John's hope that it's unimportant, though he'd still be miffed about halting this to read a pointless text message. No such luck, of course, because the text is from Lestrade about a new case. He sighs again and shakes his head when John says he's joking.
He sets aside the mobile and tries to muster the energy to get up until John lays his head on his chest like that. His hand finds his hair to stroke it softly, happy to stay like this for now.]
It would be better if it were to come about a few hours later. [It really did seem unfair that he finally experiments with physical affection only to have it interrupted. John's words were true, and it irritated him just how true they were because that would mean leaving this. He hugs John tighter against him, nuzzling his hair and appearing not to want John to get up even though he probably should.]
We'll...pick up on this later, correct? [He asks, hoping John wouldn't be discouraged from trying this again when they had the time. He really really would rather continue now, but it seemed the criminal classes had other plans.]
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As those arms tighten around him and he hears the detective's words, it suddenly hits John that this is what's most important - not his job at the clinic, not even the cases themselves sometimes, but just this incredible man. He knows the detective would grow terrible bored of a 'domestic life,' but he suddenly muses that just spending a few days, or even a week inside, in bed even, with Sherlock Holmes, would not be a minute wasted. John tenderly presses his lips to Sherlock's breast, just above the previous heart he knows is there, both literally and figuratively, before raising his head to catch that gaze. ]
We absolutely will pick up on this later. [ He grinned crookedly, before leaning over to press his lips against the other man's. The kiss lasts a bit longer than he'd meant it to, but then, this is all still so very new. Its like a new addiction, and he can't help wanting more, even knowing that right now, it won't be enough. With a quiet sigh, he breaks away, looks into those vivid eyes for a heartbeat or two longer... then forces himself up and off Sherlock. Pulling his shirt back on, he starts to button it back up. ]
So... where are we meeting Lestrade?
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He manages a slight quirk of a smile when John kisses his chest, forgetting for just a moment that they needed to leave in favor of just enjoying stroking his hair in return. His smile widens when John assures him that they would be starting this up again later. He strokes the back of his neck and all too happily returns the kiss, glad that John let his lips linger for a few extra moments.
He sighs along with John when he pulls back, meeting John's gaze and wishing he didn't have to get up. He pushes a hand through his hair irritably, sitting up and buttoning up his own shirt as he watches longingly as John does the same, annoyed that he wouldn't be able to continue the study of his form until later.]
In the back alley of a nightclub in the Whitechapel district. [He replies, pocketing his mobile before moving to the coat rack to don his coat and scarf, wanting to get this over with so they could get back to what they were doing.]
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Nightclub. Lovely. So, what, is it a dead body, then?
[ He asks, somewhat dryly, as he shrugs his own shorter coat on, and follows after his flatmate. Just being close to him now is distracting, and they haven't even left the flat yet. The urge to just snog Sherlock is there and its strong, but he does his very best to keep it held in, even as the longing is evident in his gaze. ]
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He nods.] Prostitute. Intestines removed. [He smirks a little, wondering if John had caught on to why this had caught his interest.] Sound familiar?
[He makes it to the door just fine, and it isn't until he waits by the door and glances up at John that a pang of desire hits him again. He can see his own longing reflected on John's face, and that fact more than anything makes him truly regret having to go on this case.
He needed just a bit more to have any hopes of getting through this, so he takes John's shoulders and pushes him gently but firmly up against the wall to snog him hard. It's a very good outlet for frustration, he found, pouring all the unsaid yearning into the kiss to take a bit of the edge off.
He gives a sigh of relief after he breaks the kiss, smiling at John's bewildered expression.]
That should hold me over. I hope, anyway. [He says, kissing him gentler and quicker this time before prying himself off of him so they could finally leave. He knew that urge would probably strike him a few more times throughout the evening, and he only hoped they'd be near a secluded place so he could act on it whenever it came about again.]
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