[Sherlock felt decidedly better when John reacted in the same way he had with the barely restrained desire to study and touch and feel as much as possible. He was glad he regained himself enough to be able to take John's hand, rewarded with the way he relaxed and smiled again. They would get through this together, just like always.
He kept a hold of John's hand as he mirrored the hand John placed on his hip, gently squeezing and idly stroking his hip in turn. The words he heard then floored him. So much so that he lost his vernacular, as was wont to happen in situations where he felt a new emotion he couldn't quite place yet.
He didn't know what to say, so he kissed him again and hoped his feelings were at least somewhat conveyed by that. He would get better at this romanticism shtick, but he was a bit out of sorts at the moment on adrenaline and feeling so much where he hadn't before.
He followed John back to the bed without question, settling in to face him. He was very aware of his hands and that they should be doing something, placing one back on John's hip and the other on his shoulder. He was inwardly excited at the signs that John was going to kiss him, leaning in eagerly and pleased in the knowledge that he knew how to do this part. He was getting there, he hoped. He let John move his hand, glad that he did so he could jump right in to studying him. It spoke to how well they knew each other that John would get him going on that because he knew that's what he wanted to start with.
He let his hands start wandering a bit, the one on his hip stroking up his side and the other trailing over his chest to trace over bones and muscle groups and anything else of interest. He used the hand on John's hip to tug himself closer, feeling every bit of his pectorals and brushing over his nipples more than once. He pressed the kiss a bit deeper, a wordless gesture to show John just how much he was enjoying this.]
[ John didn't expect Sherlock to be perfect at this, or to know exactly what to say or do at the right moment. To be perfectly honest, there wasn't a right or wrong time, and he was hardly the expert in this situation, anyway. Yes, perhaps he'd had more experience in intimacy, but this was different. This was Sherlock Holmes, who he'd come to care for more than he could probably say in words - and even if he tried right now, he'd just embarrass them both, anyway. It was more a time for feeling their way through. Actions were louder than words could ever be.
John tilted his head into the kiss, deepening it almost lazily, and exploring the other's mouth. He was very encouraged that Sherlock seemed to be enjoying this just as much as he was, adding to the heated warmth that already filled him so pleasurably. Meanwhile, those hands moving over his bare skin left behind fiery trails in their wake. He moaned quietly, muffled against those lips, when Sherlock's fingers brushed over his nipples - clearly an erogenous area for him, and they were already quite hard as well. He moved his own hand down from the younger man's shoulder, trailing down his waist around to his back, fingertips idly playing over the vertebrae there. Quite willingly he moved closer as well, moving a leg to drape it over Sherlock's, aiding in bringing their bodies together. Slowly, he moved his hand even lower, curving it around the other's tight arse, and even letting his fingernails drag lightly over the skin there. A gasp escaped his lips when their quite hard erections brushed, sending a surprising jolt of pleasure through him. He did his best to imitate this movement, hooking his leg around Sherlock's and grinding their hips together slowly. His other hand, which had been lying on the detective's chest, simply feeling his heartbeat there, began moving as well. He brushed his fingertips over Sherlock's nipples, even pinching on lightly to see if the other man approved.
John was cautious with his movements, not wanting to push Sherlock too far it the sensations were too much. Honestly, he was enjoying giving pleasure as much, if not more, than receiving it right now. With all the deep emotion that was welling within him for this lovely man, he wanted him to be happy, and really enjoy what he hoped would only be the first of many similar moments between them. But being the first, he wanted it to be meaningful. ]
[Sherlock was certainly glad that this situation would be difficult for even him to screw up, which was good because he was rubbish at real human interaction (as good as he was at mimicking it now and then). John was patient, though. If he got overwhelmed or froze up, John would talk him through, just like always.
He couldn't help feeling like he was starting to get the hang of this anyway as he just melted into the slow and relaxing kiss. He never imagined that this could be the thing beyond drugs that could quiet his brain, but it certainly was, and he was grateful for the respite. He really was enjoying this far more than he ever expected, and he was glad that John seemed to be getting as much out of this as he was.
He found he quite liked the feeling of John's moans muffled against his lips, wanting to feel that again and again. He was also enjoying John's hand on him, finding himself moving closer almost without realizing it until John wrapped his leg around him. He hummed approvingly as John's fingers found his arse, gasping softly in an echo of John's as their groins brushed against each other, the pleasure from it surprising in its intensity. His hand moved to grip at John's hip, encouraging the motion a second time with a bit of grinding of his own.
He felt John's hand start moving again, groaning against his lips at the attention paid to his nipples, squeezing his hip and grinding against him in resounding approbation. Sherlock's happiness was something John definitely didn't have to worry about at this point, because he was enjoying every moment more than he could have imagined. Meaning wasn't an issue either, because it meant everything to him to be able to finally have someone to share himself like this with, as much as he never thought he needed it before. Now, though, he knew he would crave this all day every day, and he hoped John would be willing to oblige him on that.]
[ For someone who thought he wasn't very good at human interaction, Sherlock was doing quite well. Not that John ever thought the man inhuman. He was quite aware of himself, his intelligent thought process, and the unfortunate fact that everyone else were idiots, of course, but he was still human. John was more than happy to help him explore this, just as they'd already developed the close bond of friendship since they'd moved in together. Touch and intimacy really felt like the next natural steps to take, when words failed them in describing just how much they meant to each other.
It was very encouraging to feel the hums or other sounds of approval from Sherlock, as well as his own wandering hands. The grinding of their hips together was doing glorious things to his pleasure senses, making him realize again that it had been sometime since he'd been this intimate with someone. He'd rather it last longer than it might were he just a hormone-driven teenager, unable to hold back. But still, it was comforting knowing that this would be only the first of hopefully many times they would get to try this. It didn't have to be perfect now, and he certainly wouldn't mind doing this again and again.
As much as he was enjoying kissing, something that had already become one of many addictions when it came to Sherlock, John wanted to explore other places with his mouth. He was eager to introduce new sensations to his partner, as well. So he moved his lips to that jawline and down his neck, making his way lower to that elegant collarbone. Sucking a bit along the way, he grazed his teeth along his collarbone. His hand had moved around from the detective's backside, moving around so his thumb traced lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. That mouth continued to move down, paying more attention to his nipples - sucking them, licking them, even introducing the gentle pressure of teeth into the equation. All the while, he was aware of and gauging Sherlock's reactions, not wanting to do something the other man didn't seem to enjoy. ]
What are you thinking, Sherlock? [ He murmured the words softly against the other's warm skin, although not demanding, merely curious. By no means did John want to press the other man into speaking merely for the sake of words, but he couldn't help but wonder. Actions spoke louder than words, so it was rather obvious that they were both enjoying this, and yet he still couldn't help but want to make sure it was going alright, at a good pace, or if something should be altered. ]
[Sherlock was mostly relying on John's direction and mirroring his actions that worked oh so well on himself. He had always thought that tactile stimulation was pointless and/or awkward, but John made it so that it was anything but. Now that his apparent appetite for touching John everywhere had been whetted, he was throwing himself headlong into this, currently tasking himself with becoming a master of kissing.
It was difficult to concentrate completely on just snogging when there were so many other sensations warring for his attention. Every point of contact of their bodies was worth noting, in fact, and the combination of their hips grinding together, of John's lips on his and his hands all over him was making his head swim with how perfect it all was.
He allowed John to break the kiss, huffing quick breaths of pleasure as John started working him over with his mouth. One hand squeezed at John's arm at every shiver elicited by his kisses as the other sat at the nape of John's neck, just resting there and absently threading through his short hair. He got decidedly vocal when John started to suck like that and even bring his teeth into the mix, moaning at the feeling as his brain seemed to skip like an old CD player whenever John nipped or sucked at his skin. He could hardly keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as John's lips found and subsequently latched onto his nipples, sending bolts of electric sensation up his spine at every little motion of his lips. He was still moaning at this point, and almost didn't realize it until he felt more than heard John speak against his skin. He pried his eyes open only to blink them rapidly, slack-jawed and too lost to even remember his own name for a moment.]
Nothing. [He replied, and though it may sound like a cop-out, it was genuinely something that had never happened before beyond the use of drugs. It was worth noting that right now, nothing at all was on Sherlock's mind beyond John and all the physical sensations he offered.]
Nothing at all beyond here and now. Remarkable. [He breathed, still reeling from the knowledge that John Watson had managed to shut his brain up. He nudged his face up for a kiss in reward for accomplishing that feat. He gave him a long, considering look after breaking the kiss.]
You are-...everything you're doing, please, feel free to keep doing all of that. [He said, realizing he should affirm that yes yes bloody well yes he was loving everything John was doing.] Is there something I should be doing? [He asked, wanting John to be just as happy as he was.]
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[ Every one of Sherlock's reaction did something for John, and he enjoyed each - from the vibration coming from those lovely moans, to the way his body shuddered beneath his mouth. It was incredible, to think he could do this to Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps the man had been a bit more intimacy deprived than he'd let on. John supposed it was something he'd shut off, focusing his energies into other things - mainly, the cases. But now he seemed to crave the touch just as much as the good doctor enjoyed giving it.
When Sherlock spoke, he moved his head up to eagerly meet that kiss, smiling crookedly against those lips. He searched the other's vivid, otherworldly gaze... and he was quite certain he forgot how to breathe, speak, or do much of anything else. He was humbled and excited and it sent a pleasurable shock through his body just to hear that affirmation about how good this really was for him. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips - he couldn't help it, and he shook his head fondly, considering the younger man thoughtfully. ]
Who would have thought this would be something that would shut off that busy mind of yours? [ John's smile widened a bit, and he kissed Sherlock again, briefly, tenderly. His brow rose lightly, and again he was endeared to the man, asking what it was he should be doing. ]
Just do... whatever you want, love. Would you believe your voice alone turns me on? [ He bit his lower lip sheepishly against that crooked, dryly amused grin. ] There's no right or wrong thing for you to be doing, unless it doesn't feel good, I suppose. Don't think we'll be having that problem, though.
Just... let me know if - if any of this is going a bit too fast for you, alright? Because, I want to do this, I've been wanting to touch you like this for a very long time now, you know, but more importantly... I'd rather you liked it. [ His expression softened, letting his fingers brush against Sherlock's lean chest. His hand trailed downwards, and he shifted until he could reach just between Sherlock's legs, brushing his erection lightly at first... before slowly wrapping his hand around the man's erection. All the while he watched that lovely face, gauging his reactions, but also wanting to see the pleasure on his expression if he liked it, as he began stroking. ]
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[Sherlock barely even registered at how he was reacting at this point, and he certainly would have felt foolish at how easily he was reduced to this if this were anyone other than John. This was definitely something he had never indulged in before, and he never could have guessed just how mind-numbingly (literally) good it all was. Ever the addict, he was becoming more and more enraptured by what John was offering, and he had no idea what he'd do if he stopped at this point.
John's reaction to his reply certainly relaxed him, considering he was still trying to get used to what to say and do at any given time in this situation. He came down from his endorphin-high enough to bring John back into focus, giving a half-smile at the way he chuckled.]
I never would have imagined it. But then, I supposed it never seemed much like something in the realm of possibility until now. [He returned the kiss gently, enjoying the way it thrilled him each time that John did that.
He listened intently when John spoke, finding it increasingly interesting how attention like this was appealing to him. He certainly liked the sound of it when John called him 'love', shifting himself closer almost unconsciously at how much he approved of that. He was very interested in how John said his voice alone succeeded in arousing him, finding that information very useful indeed. He wondered how John would react if he heard him speaking French in that voice he liked so much, making a note to put some of his fluency in the language to good use later.
He nodded in agreement that he also didn't believe they'd have a problem with anything not feeling good. Sherlock was enjoying everything so far quite a lot, in fact, if it wasn't obvious.]
I have no problem at all with the pacing. The very last thing you need to worry about is whether or not I enjoy this.[He assured him, feeling another pleased flicker of warmth in his chest at knowing that John had been wanting this -wanting him- for such a long time.]
How long? [He asked quietly when John looked at him and touched him like he was something precious, something to be admired rather than cast off. He gently trailed his hand over John's side, squeezing his hip with a short gasp at the contact to his hyper-sensitive arousal. He groaned when John's hand wrapped around his erection, bucking involuntarily into his hand at the feeling. He couldn't do much besides squeeze his eyes shut, tip his head back and suck down air because it suddenly felt like he couldn't get enough. So, yes, it was a bit of an understatement to say that he liked it.]
John [He breathed, leaning in to stifle his moans into a hard and desperate kiss.]
No more sexy posts for 2 weeks?? Aww! Its okay, just don't you forget about me!! <33mightbebloggingNovember 29 2011, 22:09:57 UTC
[ Don't worry, John had no intentions of stopping any time soon - at least, not until they were both pleasantly spent. He intended on showing Sherlock how much he meant to him, and just how many incredibly erotic sensations sex could truly offer him. As for him speaking French, the language of love? That would certainly be something that would probably just about send the good doctor over the edge.
The bit where he had called him 'love' had really just slipped out, but he wasn't about to take it back. It just went on to prove how comfortable with Sherlock he was, and how much he meant to him, to be endeared with a sort of 'pet name.'
Right now, of course, he was very much turned on simply by the way his touch was affecting this lovely man. It was intoxicating, really, to watch him lean his head back, baring that elegant neck, like some beautiful piece of art. Then there were the sounds he made, and just the way his voice caressed John's name. He found his own breath quickening, and his own arousal twitching eagerly. As much as he, too, longed for the other's touch, he didn't mind showing Sherlock first how good it could feel. It wasn't until his hand was wrapped around the man's arousal, and he lovingly paid it attention, and after that hungry kiss, that he answered his earlier question, his lips still against Sherlock's. ]
A long time. [ He licked his lower lip habitually, loving that he could still taste Sherlock there. ] Since you walked into that pool and I wanted to just scream at you that it was a trap, only so I could save you... no, even before that - before my mind even really understood the urges. You are an incredibly sexy, sensual creature, you know... and I honestly can't believe you've not explored this in depth before. [ John kissed those lips again, wrapping his hand firmly around Sherlock's cheek, before whispering this time: ] Let me show you, Sherlock.
[ Straddling atop Sherlock now, his eyes warm and reassuring, he slowly kissed his way down the consulting detective's lean chest, lower and lower, until pausing just on the inside of his thigh. He laid a tender kiss there, one hand squeezing his leg soothingly. Again, not wanting to push the other man into a new sensation he wasn't ready for, he moved slowly, simply kissing the head of that hardened erection first, lips lingering. He licked his way down that length first, gentle, swirling around a bit and then back up a few times. When he thought the other man was ready, he slowly took the head in his mouth, and then more of him,fully. For a moment, he was lost to the taste and feel of Sherlock, eyes closed contently, and he let out a humming moan of approval, as if this was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. It might as well have been. He sucked at varying degrees, raising his head up and down, but nothing too fast and furious just yet. ]
[There were so many things Sherlock was looking forward to about this new venture of theirs. It was exhilarating to feel all the profound effects John's touch and words had on him, and he was content for now just to lie back and let him have at him. He was excited about getting to study John in turn, of course, but he reminded himself that they had nothing but time for all of that.
He really rather liked the pet name John had chose for him, looking forward to getting to use it himself as well. The idea of his getting to say 'come along, love' when they were out together appealed to him quite a lot, in fact.
His mind went blissfully blank when John touched him like that, glad to know that it wasn't a fluke when his mind went quiet earlier and that this would happen whenever John touched him. He watched John as he spoke through eyes hooded with lust and adoration and a whole myriad of feelings that he had for him that he thought he would never feel for anyone.]
I was never interested in it until you. [He admitted, leaning into the kiss automatically and getting a thrill from realizing that he was learning to predict when John was about to kiss him. He gave a slight nod when John whispered against his lips, letting him readjust them so John was on top of him.]
Please do. [He replied softly, leaving himself open and inviting to whatever John had in mind. He gave a lazy, gentle smile when John's soothing gaze met his own, humming contentedly as his lips trailed down his chest and abdomen. He watched his progress in interest, exhaling audibly at that first contact of his lips on his arousal. His breathing turned erratic when his tongue came into play, and he was all but panting when his mouth came around him. His toes curled into the sheets with a groan when John took him fully, his eyes rolling back into his head at the unrelentingly glorious heat and pressure.]
Ohh, yes. [He purred, John's moan around him sending a new wave of intense pleasure crashing over him. He wished there was more he could reach from here, wanting to touch John everywhere to signal his approval. All he could do from here was to bury his fingers into his hair, stroking and tugging it gently at every particularly good motion of his lips.]
You are -nnh- extremely good at that. [He panted, proud of himself for managing a complete sentence considering the state he was in]
[ John loved seeing Sherlock like this. The sounds he was making were practically melodious on that deep baritone of his, mellifluously caressing the good doctor's senses. That, combined with the way his lithe body moved and writhed in pleasure made him seem like some exquisite work of art. It was more than enough to just arouse him even more.
When Sherlock reveals how he was never interested in this until John came around, he cannot help but be touched and, well, rather flattered. His heart probably skips a beat, and his smile is a bit sheepish, but he simply nods, trying to take it in stride but basically failing miserably. He's not quite sure what to say to that, really.
John is enjoying showing this particular affection on Sherlock, and the way the younger man is moaning and purring sends a shiver of pleasure down his own spine. And the toes curling in the sheets, along with the added pressure of those fingers stroking and pulling gently at his hair? It goes straight to his groin, as well. Turned on as he is, he's just about bursting with affection for this indescribably amazing man. Words alone cannot say everything the consulting detective is to him.
John chuckles low in his throat, the sounds vibrating around Sherlock's arousal, when the other man compliments his 'technique.' Its not something he has a lot of practice in, although yes, he has had many more sexual experiences than Sherlock - but he's again, flattered and pleased to know its going well. He highly doubts the detective would lie if these sensations were not pleasant to him. ]
You hardly have any basis for comparison. [ He pulls away and releases him so he can murmur that chiding response. But he'll take the praise, squeezing Sherlock's thigh, before returning to the task at hand. Knowing how he seems to enjoy holding hands, and that contact calms them both, John raises a free hand to entwine his fingers with Sherlock's. He squeezes those fingers, before taking the man's length in his mouth once more... then begins to bob his head up and down a bit quicker, still evaluating Sherlock's reactions to see what was good, what was too much. This was about pleasing him, and hard as the doctor was himself, he didn't mind doing this for the other man at all. He was getting much out of it himself, after all. ]
[Sherlock's words were all true, the thought of physical affection never crossing his mind before John came along. It was very slow going to come to terms with it, nearly a month going by of little moments where Sherlock felt something he couldn't place for the man. There was the rather annoying feeling whenever John was out with Sarah which he now realized was jealousy, as well as many more moments where John would smile or their hands would brush and he would be left reeling at the disorienting surge of affection he felt for him. As terrifying as it had been, he was certainly glad he finally came clean and told John that yes alright maybe he felt quite a bit of something for him, as much as he still had trouble putting it into words.
Getting to feel John's chuckle as much as hear it has Sherlock struggling to keep his composure, arching his back at the bolt of electric pleasure that shot up his spine at that. As much as he missed John's mouth on him when he pulled away, it was probably a good thing when he was already balancing precariously on the edge. He scoffs and shakes his head when John speaks.]
Doesn't make it any less..overwhelming. [He replies, wanting to let John know just how well his ministrations were working on him. He watches him with a slightly dazed expression, managing a breathless smile as John takes his hand and he eagerly squeezes it back.]
Ahnn..[He squeezes even tighter when John's mouth is on him again, stroking his hair approvingly as though to say 'yes, more of that'. He parts his thighs a bit, wrapping his legs around John's back as though to keep him in place. He keeps a hold of his hand and strokes his hair as he pants under John's supremely talented lips.]
[ Strange thing was, John had always considered himself quite straight. Back during his days at uni, he had never felt the urge to 'experiment' with other 'blokes.' Even in Afghanistan, where a blind eye was often turned to such things, and it was not completely uncommon, since he was around other men so much... even then, he'd never felt the urge. He had always been very attracted to women, and he hadn't been called 'Three Continents Watson' for nothing. But then came this incredibly insufferable, impossibly immature, undeniably attractive man quite literally sweeping into his life, and everything changed. Not right away, of course. He really had tried with Sarah, and he still liked her, even though they had stopped dating some time ago. And it wasn't like Sherlock had ever been even remotely interested. He'd said in so many words that he was practically asexual and his work meant everything.
That, of course, had eventually changed. John finds it amusing now, to think how long it took them to finally realize what this thing between them was. They were still realizing and exploring it, of course, and as nervous as he still felt... he couldn't have been happier. It was like this amazing thing had been here, waiting for them, all along, and now that they knew... it was overwhelming, yes.
Meanwhile, Sherlock's words and sounds only encourage him even further with that he's doing. Their entwined hands helps to keep him grounded, and hopefully the other man as well, and he's fairly certain he wouldn't mind those long fingers massaging his scalp and running through his hair all day. When those equally long legs wrap around him, he chuckles once more around Sherlock's length. Oh, don't worry - he's not about to go anywhere. But he does pull away again, grazing his teeth gently across the sensitive skin of his arousal. He doesn't release the other's hand, lifting his head up enough to gaze over at him, arousal and desire dark in his eyes. ]
Do you want me to keep doing this, Sherlock? [ He murmurs, knowing its probably only a short matter of time before the other man comes completely undone. Meanwhile, he moves his free hand around to squeeze the base of the man's arousal, not content on completely letting him go without touch yet. ] You'll like it, I promise.
[As much as John considered himself straight, Sherlock considered himself to be as disinterested in sex as one was capable of being. He'd had offers, certainly, and he'd been almost vaguely intrigued by some of them, at least until they would say something stupid and put him off completely. His mental file on romanticism had only contained the word 'unnecessary' until he started to become intrigued/annoyed whenever John went out on dates.
It was true that his work was everything, but John had seamlessly integrated himself into his work over the past months, and this progression just felt natural once he'd managed to convey his desires to John. He felt surprisingly comfortable with everything so far, and more than that, he was happy with everything. Happy wasn't much on his spectrum of feelings before John, and he noticed he was generally happier the closer he was to John, so getting as close as possible only made sense.
He was certainly pleased with how close they were now, as evidenced by his near constant tremors and moans. He grips John's hand tighter whenever he felt he might be pushed over the edge, hoping to drag this out for quite a bit longer. It was hard, though, when the vibration of John's chuckle and the slightest graze of teeth make him shudder and groan helplessly at how very close he was.
He's thrown by the question, glancing down at John with pupils blown wide in lust as he searches for an answer.]
Wha- I, nnnh- [He tries for a response before losing his train of thought when John's hand is on him. Any contact to that particular area was his brain's off switch, it seemed. He tries again.]
I am certain I'll like it. [He breathes, wanting more of anything and everything at this point.] Do whatever you like, please. [He wants to reciprocate, of course, but he'll probably be much better for it once this need to just get off has passed and his mind is completely tranquil as he imagined it would be in the aftermath.]
[ Although John had considered himself straight up until now, the label had changed somewhat. Sherlock was clearly the exception to his 'rule.' Not that labels or rules could possibly ever apply to the so very unique consulting detective. It had just taken him a while to realize what they really meant to each other. This was only the very beginning of everything they could do to each other, everything they could explore and discover together. John might have been the more romantic of the two, but he knew this was the beginning of the 'honeymoon' stage, where everything was new and felt impossibly brilliant, and even if it wouldn't last forever, right now, he absolutely adored everything about it.
Meanwhile, he is quite encouraged by Sherlock's verbal response. He wants to bring him that sweet moment of release, of course, he just wanted to make sure that's what the other man really wanted. A warm rush of affection washes over him as he bends his head back down to do just that. The feel of Sherlock is all around him - legs wrapped around him, fingers entwined tightly, and, of course, John's lips are wrapped around his length, taking him fully into his mouth. And he takes him in completely, almost enough to gag although he does not. He groans lustfully instead, moving his lips, and his tongue - swirling, then sucking in the sweet taste of him. The hand not holding Sherlock's moves down to further help along the matter at hand, cradling, then tugging gently at his balls. Simultaneously, he's quickened the rhythm of his mouth sliding up and down along that arousal, hoping to coax and guide him over the edge once he was completely there. It was all extremely arousing, really, and even without touching himself, he was damn near close to coming as well. But not yet. ]
[Sherlock had been just fine with being a complete enigma and leaving people wondering sometimes if he even had genitalia. He engaged in masturbation very infrequently, and even then he didn't really think of a certain person or even a certain sex.
That was, until John's dating life had started creeping into his mind slowly but surely until he was left wondering what John was like when he was with that woman. He wanted to know everything there was to know about his first real friend, but he certainly had no idea it would extend to wanting to know what he was like as a lover. There was a particularly terrifying moment a few weeks ago when his mind was fogged up to the point where he had to take himself in hand and ended up meeting his end imagining it was John's hand around him rather than his own. His release was swift and intense after that, and rather than clearing his mind as it usually did, it only confused him all the more, which led him down the long and arduous path to admitting to John that maybe he kinda sorta felt a little something for him.
He was more than glad that all of that was over, and that he no longer had to wonder what John was like as a lover because he actually was his lover now. And um, wow, he was certainly quite an adept lover at that. He always imagined he would be sweet and attentive, and he certainly was, though he never anticipated he would be so supremely talented at making him go to pieces like this. He could only writhe and moan when John took him again, his fingers stroking John's hair encouragingly as he squeezed his other hand. John's groan around him has him right back on the edge again, and the way John teases his balls makes him gasp and shudder when he's pushed to the point of no return.]
John, I- [He tried to warn him, really he did, but a moan interrupted his sentence and he suddenly couldn't articulate much of anything when his vision went white. He emptied into his mouth with a shout, slightly muffled because he buried his face in the pillow. He huffs harsh breaths out in the aftermath, turning his face so he could breathe and glance at John with one eye to see how he was faring, hoping he wasn't cross because his warning got caught in his throat. No one had ever seen him like this, and he would never admit it, but the vulnerability he felt in this moment was staggering.]
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[ Working and living so closely together with a man he had come to admire, trust, and depend upon so much, John had wondered if there could be something else developing between them. Even before this moment, if someone had asked if he'd take a bullet for Sherlock, he would have quickly replied that yes - there was very little he would have not done for the detective, even lay down his own life. It just took a while longer for him to realize this mystery of a man himself was indeed interested in him and in more than just friendly terms at that. Whatever this was, exactly, he was clearly overeager to take advantage of everything they now had to offer each other.
Sherlock's warning of climaxing might have been cut off, but John knows enough to expect what is coming. The younger man is gasping and shuddering, giving himself away as he comes completely undone. John is a bit surprised, perhaps at the sudden taste and texture filling his mouth, but he does not show any displeasure or distaste. Adept lover or not, he isn't particularly experienced with this bit, but its Sherlock, and that means everything is fine, just fine. And the other man is just as beautiful in this state of release as he'd hoped he would be. The sight is more satisfying and lovely than he could have imagined, really. So no, he's very much not cross, and he's been squeezing Sherlock's hand as if to say as much. After swallowing, he pays last attentions to that softening arousal, licking him clean. With that, he moves back up the bed to lie alongside Sherlock and gives him a soft, warm smile. Its almost secretive, really, meant only for them. Reaching out, he cradles the man's head gently in his hands, leaning forward to kiss his forehead, and then his lips, just as tenderly. Even though he's not experiencing the post-coital feelings himself, he remains cuddled close to Sherlock, hoping the man is at that stage where he'll still be craving this intimacy. ]
Good? [ He murmurs softly against those lips, still smiling as his thumbs stroke those angular cheeks. John continues to console and coax him, soothing him further into a relaxed state. If anyone deserves that, its certainly the consulting detective. And of course he wants him to enjoy this moment as much as he's enjoyed helping him achieve it. ]
He kept a hold of John's hand as he mirrored the hand John placed on his hip, gently squeezing and idly stroking his hip in turn. The words he heard then floored him. So much so that he lost his vernacular, as was wont to happen in situations where he felt a new emotion he couldn't quite place yet.
He didn't know what to say, so he kissed him again and hoped his feelings were at least somewhat conveyed by that. He would get better at this romanticism shtick, but he was a bit out of sorts at the moment on adrenaline and feeling so much where he hadn't before.
He followed John back to the bed without question, settling in to face him. He was very aware of his hands and that they should be doing something, placing one back on John's hip and the other on his shoulder. He was inwardly excited at the signs that John was going to kiss him, leaning in eagerly and pleased in the knowledge that he knew how to do this part. He was getting there, he hoped. He let John move his hand, glad that he did so he could jump right in to studying him. It spoke to how well they knew each other that John would get him going on that because he knew that's what he wanted to start with.
He let his hands start wandering a bit, the one on his hip stroking up his side and the other trailing over his chest to trace over bones and muscle groups and anything else of interest. He used the hand on John's hip to tug himself closer, feeling every bit of his pectorals and brushing over his nipples more than once. He pressed the kiss a bit deeper, a wordless gesture to show John just how much he was enjoying this.]
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John tilted his head into the kiss, deepening it almost lazily, and exploring the other's mouth. He was very encouraged that Sherlock seemed to be enjoying this just as much as he was, adding to the heated warmth that already filled him so pleasurably. Meanwhile, those hands moving over his bare skin left behind fiery trails in their wake. He moaned quietly, muffled against those lips, when Sherlock's fingers brushed over his nipples - clearly an erogenous area for him, and they were already quite hard as well. He moved his own hand down from the younger man's shoulder, trailing down his waist around to his back, fingertips idly playing over the vertebrae there. Quite willingly he moved closer as well, moving a leg to drape it over Sherlock's, aiding in bringing their bodies together. Slowly, he moved his hand even lower, curving it around the other's tight arse, and even letting his fingernails drag lightly over the skin there. A gasp escaped his lips when their quite hard erections brushed, sending a surprising jolt of pleasure through him. He did his best to imitate this movement, hooking his leg around Sherlock's and grinding their hips together slowly. His other hand, which had been lying on the detective's chest, simply feeling his heartbeat there, began moving as well. He brushed his fingertips over Sherlock's nipples, even pinching on lightly to see if the other man approved.
John was cautious with his movements, not wanting to push Sherlock too far it the sensations were too much. Honestly, he was enjoying giving pleasure as much, if not more, than receiving it right now. With all the deep emotion that was welling within him for this lovely man, he wanted him to be happy, and really enjoy what he hoped would only be the first of many similar moments between them. But being the first, he wanted it to be meaningful. ]
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He couldn't help feeling like he was starting to get the hang of this anyway as he just melted into the slow and relaxing kiss. He never imagined that this could be the thing beyond drugs that could quiet his brain, but it certainly was, and he was grateful for the respite. He really was enjoying this far more than he ever expected, and he was glad that John seemed to be getting as much out of this as he was.
He found he quite liked the feeling of John's moans muffled against his lips, wanting to feel that again and again. He was also enjoying John's hand on him, finding himself moving closer almost without realizing it until John wrapped his leg around him. He hummed approvingly as John's fingers found his arse, gasping softly in an echo of John's as their groins brushed against each other, the pleasure from it surprising in its intensity. His hand moved to grip at John's hip, encouraging the motion a second time with a bit of grinding of his own.
He felt John's hand start moving again, groaning against his lips at the attention paid to his nipples, squeezing his hip and grinding against him in resounding approbation. Sherlock's happiness was something John definitely didn't have to worry about at this point, because he was enjoying every moment more than he could have imagined. Meaning wasn't an issue either, because it meant everything to him to be able to finally have someone to share himself like this with, as much as he never thought he needed it before. Now, though, he knew he would crave this all day every day, and he hoped John would be willing to oblige him on that.]
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It was very encouraging to feel the hums or other sounds of approval from Sherlock, as well as his own wandering hands. The grinding of their hips together was doing glorious things to his pleasure senses, making him realize again that it had been sometime since he'd been this intimate with someone. He'd rather it last longer than it might were he just a hormone-driven teenager, unable to hold back. But still, it was comforting knowing that this would be only the first of hopefully many times they would get to try this. It didn't have to be perfect now, and he certainly wouldn't mind doing this again and again.
As much as he was enjoying kissing, something that had already become one of many addictions when it came to Sherlock, John wanted to explore other places with his mouth. He was eager to introduce new sensations to his partner, as well. So he moved his lips to that jawline and down his neck, making his way lower to that elegant collarbone. Sucking a bit along the way, he grazed his teeth along his collarbone. His hand had moved around from the detective's backside, moving around so his thumb traced lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. That mouth continued to move down, paying more attention to his nipples - sucking them, licking them, even introducing the gentle pressure of teeth into the equation. All the while, he was aware of and gauging Sherlock's reactions, not wanting to do something the other man didn't seem to enjoy. ]
What are you thinking, Sherlock? [ He murmured the words softly against the other's warm skin, although not demanding, merely curious. By no means did John want to press the other man into speaking merely for the sake of words, but he couldn't help but wonder. Actions spoke louder than words, so it was rather obvious that they were both enjoying this, and yet he still couldn't help but want to make sure it was going alright, at a good pace, or if something should be altered. ]
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It was difficult to concentrate completely on just snogging when there were so many other sensations warring for his attention. Every point of contact of their bodies was worth noting, in fact, and the combination of their hips grinding together, of John's lips on his and his hands all over him was making his head swim with how perfect it all was.
He allowed John to break the kiss, huffing quick breaths of pleasure as John started working him over with his mouth. One hand squeezed at John's arm at every shiver elicited by his kisses as the other sat at the nape of John's neck, just resting there and absently threading through his short hair. He got decidedly vocal when John started to suck like that and even bring his teeth into the mix, moaning at the feeling as his brain seemed to skip like an old CD player whenever John nipped or sucked at his skin. He could hardly keep his eyes from rolling back into his head as John's lips found and subsequently latched onto his nipples, sending bolts of electric sensation up his spine at every little motion of his lips. He was still moaning at this point, and almost didn't realize it until he felt more than heard John speak against his skin. He pried his eyes open only to blink them rapidly, slack-jawed and too lost to even remember his own name for a moment.]
Nothing. [He replied, and though it may sound like a cop-out, it was genuinely something that had never happened before beyond the use of drugs. It was worth noting that right now, nothing at all was on Sherlock's mind beyond John and all the physical sensations he offered.]
Nothing at all beyond here and now. Remarkable. [He breathed, still reeling from the knowledge that John Watson had managed to shut his brain up. He nudged his face up for a kiss in reward for accomplishing that feat. He gave him a long, considering look after breaking the kiss.]
You are-...everything you're doing, please, feel free to keep doing all of that. [He said, realizing he should affirm that yes yes bloody well yes he was loving everything John was doing.] Is there something I should be doing? [He asked, wanting John to be just as happy as he was.]
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When Sherlock spoke, he moved his head up to eagerly meet that kiss, smiling crookedly against those lips. He searched the other's vivid, otherworldly gaze... and he was quite certain he forgot how to breathe, speak, or do much of anything else. He was humbled and excited and it sent a pleasurable shock through his body just to hear that affirmation about how good this really was for him. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips - he couldn't help it, and he shook his head fondly, considering the younger man thoughtfully. ]
Who would have thought this would be something that would shut off that busy mind of yours? [ John's smile widened a bit, and he kissed Sherlock again, briefly, tenderly. His brow rose lightly, and again he was endeared to the man, asking what it was he should be doing. ]
Just do... whatever you want, love. Would you believe your voice alone turns me on? [ He bit his lower lip sheepishly against that crooked, dryly amused grin. ] There's no right or wrong thing for you to be doing, unless it doesn't feel good, I suppose. Don't think we'll be having that problem, though.
Just... let me know if - if any of this is going a bit too fast for you, alright? Because, I want to do this, I've been wanting to touch you like this for a very long time now, you know, but more importantly... I'd rather you liked it. [ His expression softened, letting his fingers brush against Sherlock's lean chest. His hand trailed downwards, and he shifted until he could reach just between Sherlock's legs, brushing his erection lightly at first... before slowly wrapping his hand around the man's erection. All the while he watched that lovely face, gauging his reactions, but also wanting to see the pleasure on his expression if he liked it, as he began stroking. ]
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John's reaction to his reply certainly relaxed him, considering he was still trying to get used to what to say and do at any given time in this situation. He came down from his endorphin-high enough to bring John back into focus, giving a half-smile at the way he chuckled.]
I never would have imagined it. But then, I supposed it never seemed much like something in the realm of possibility until now. [He returned the kiss gently, enjoying the way it thrilled him each time that John did that.
He listened intently when John spoke, finding it increasingly interesting how attention like this was appealing to him. He certainly liked the sound of it when John called him 'love', shifting himself closer almost unconsciously at how much he approved of that. He was very interested in how John said his voice alone succeeded in arousing him, finding that information very useful indeed. He wondered how John would react if he heard him speaking French in that voice he liked so much, making a note to put some of his fluency in the language to good use later.
He nodded in agreement that he also didn't believe they'd have a problem with anything not feeling good. Sherlock was enjoying everything so far quite a lot, in fact, if it wasn't obvious.]
I have no problem at all with the pacing. The very last thing you need to worry about is whether or not I enjoy this.[He assured him, feeling another pleased flicker of warmth in his chest at knowing that John had been wanting this -wanting him- for such a long time.]
How long? [He asked quietly when John looked at him and touched him like he was something precious, something to be admired rather than cast off. He gently trailed his hand over John's side, squeezing his hip with a short gasp at the contact to his hyper-sensitive arousal. He groaned when John's hand wrapped around his erection, bucking involuntarily into his hand at the feeling. He couldn't do much besides squeeze his eyes shut, tip his head back and suck down air because it suddenly felt like he couldn't get enough. So, yes, it was a bit of an understatement to say that he liked it.]
John [He breathed, leaning in to stifle his moans into a hard and desperate kiss.]
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The bit where he had called him 'love' had really just slipped out, but he wasn't about to take it back. It just went on to prove how comfortable with Sherlock he was, and how much he meant to him, to be endeared with a sort of 'pet name.'
Right now, of course, he was very much turned on simply by the way his touch was affecting this lovely man. It was intoxicating, really, to watch him lean his head back, baring that elegant neck, like some beautiful piece of art. Then there were the sounds he made, and just the way his voice caressed John's name. He found his own breath quickening, and his own arousal twitching eagerly. As much as he, too, longed for the other's touch, he didn't mind showing Sherlock first how good it could feel. It wasn't until his hand was wrapped around the man's arousal, and he lovingly paid it attention, and after that hungry kiss, that he answered his earlier question, his lips still against Sherlock's. ]
A long time. [ He licked his lower lip habitually, loving that he could still taste Sherlock there. ] Since you walked into that pool and I wanted to just scream at you that it was a trap, only so I could save you... no, even before that - before my mind even really understood the urges. You are an incredibly sexy, sensual creature, you know... and I honestly can't believe you've not explored this in depth before. [ John kissed those lips again, wrapping his hand firmly around Sherlock's cheek, before whispering this time: ] Let me show you, Sherlock.
[ Straddling atop Sherlock now, his eyes warm and reassuring, he slowly kissed his way down the consulting detective's lean chest, lower and lower, until pausing just on the inside of his thigh. He laid a tender kiss there, one hand squeezing his leg soothingly. Again, not wanting to push the other man into a new sensation he wasn't ready for, he moved slowly, simply kissing the head of that hardened erection first, lips lingering. He licked his way down that length first, gentle, swirling around a bit and then back up a few times. When he thought the other man was ready, he slowly took the head in his mouth, and then more of him,fully. For a moment, he was lost to the taste and feel of Sherlock, eyes closed contently, and he let out a humming moan of approval, as if this was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. It might as well have been. He sucked at varying degrees, raising his head up and down, but nothing too fast and furious just yet. ]
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He really rather liked the pet name John had chose for him, looking forward to getting to use it himself as well. The idea of his getting to say 'come along, love' when they were out together appealed to him quite a lot, in fact.
His mind went blissfully blank when John touched him like that, glad to know that it wasn't a fluke when his mind went quiet earlier and that this would happen whenever John touched him. He watched John as he spoke through eyes hooded with lust and adoration and a whole myriad of feelings that he had for him that he thought he would never feel for anyone.]
I was never interested in it until you. [He admitted, leaning into the kiss automatically and getting a thrill from realizing that he was learning to predict when John was about to kiss him. He gave a slight nod when John whispered against his lips, letting him readjust them so John was on top of him.]
Please do. [He replied softly, leaving himself open and inviting to whatever John had in mind. He gave a lazy, gentle smile when John's soothing gaze met his own, humming contentedly as his lips trailed down his chest and abdomen. He watched his progress in interest, exhaling audibly at that first contact of his lips on his arousal. His breathing turned erratic when his tongue came into play, and he was all but panting when his mouth came around him. His toes curled into the sheets with a groan when John took him fully, his eyes rolling back into his head at the unrelentingly glorious heat and pressure.]
Ohh, yes. [He purred, John's moan around him sending a new wave of intense pleasure crashing over him. He wished there was more he could reach from here, wanting to touch John everywhere to signal his approval. All he could do from here was to bury his fingers into his hair, stroking and tugging it gently at every particularly good motion of his lips.]
You are -nnh- extremely good at that. [He panted, proud of himself for managing a complete sentence considering the state he was in]
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When Sherlock reveals how he was never interested in this until John came around, he cannot help but be touched and, well, rather flattered. His heart probably skips a beat, and his smile is a bit sheepish, but he simply nods, trying to take it in stride but basically failing miserably. He's not quite sure what to say to that, really.
John is enjoying showing this particular affection on Sherlock, and the way the younger man is moaning and purring sends a shiver of pleasure down his own spine. And the toes curling in the sheets, along with the added pressure of those fingers stroking and pulling gently at his hair? It goes straight to his groin, as well. Turned on as he is, he's just about bursting with affection for this indescribably amazing man. Words alone cannot say everything the consulting detective is to him.
John chuckles low in his throat, the sounds vibrating around Sherlock's arousal, when the other man compliments his 'technique.' Its not something he has a lot of practice in, although yes, he has had many more sexual experiences than Sherlock - but he's again, flattered and pleased to know its going well. He highly doubts the detective would lie if these sensations were not pleasant to him. ]
You hardly have any basis for comparison. [ He pulls away and releases him so he can murmur that chiding response. But he'll take the praise, squeezing Sherlock's thigh, before returning to the task at hand. Knowing how he seems to enjoy holding hands, and that contact calms them both, John raises a free hand to entwine his fingers with Sherlock's. He squeezes those fingers, before taking the man's length in his mouth once more... then begins to bob his head up and down a bit quicker, still evaluating Sherlock's reactions to see what was good, what was too much. This was about pleasing him, and hard as the doctor was himself, he didn't mind doing this for the other man at all. He was getting much out of it himself, after all. ]
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Getting to feel John's chuckle as much as hear it has Sherlock struggling to keep his composure, arching his back at the bolt of electric pleasure that shot up his spine at that. As much as he missed John's mouth on him when he pulled away, it was probably a good thing when he was already balancing precariously on the edge. He scoffs and shakes his head when John speaks.]
Doesn't make it any less..overwhelming. [He replies, wanting to let John know just how well his ministrations were working on him. He watches him with a slightly dazed expression, managing a breathless smile as John takes his hand and he eagerly squeezes it back.]
Ahnn..[He squeezes even tighter when John's mouth is on him again, stroking his hair approvingly as though to say 'yes, more of that'. He parts his thighs a bit, wrapping his legs around John's back as though to keep him in place. He keeps a hold of his hand and strokes his hair as he pants under John's supremely talented lips.]
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That, of course, had eventually changed. John finds it amusing now, to think how long it took them to finally realize what this thing between them was. They were still realizing and exploring it, of course, and as nervous as he still felt... he couldn't have been happier. It was like this amazing thing had been here, waiting for them, all along, and now that they knew... it was overwhelming, yes.
Meanwhile, Sherlock's words and sounds only encourage him even further with that he's doing. Their entwined hands helps to keep him grounded, and hopefully the other man as well, and he's fairly certain he wouldn't mind those long fingers massaging his scalp and running through his hair all day. When those equally long legs wrap around him, he chuckles once more around Sherlock's length. Oh, don't worry - he's not about to go anywhere. But he does pull away again, grazing his teeth gently across the sensitive skin of his arousal. He doesn't release the other's hand, lifting his head up enough to gaze over at him, arousal and desire dark in his eyes. ]
Do you want me to keep doing this, Sherlock? [ He murmurs, knowing its probably only a short matter of time before the other man comes completely undone. Meanwhile, he moves his free hand around to squeeze the base of the man's arousal, not content on completely letting him go without touch yet. ] You'll like it, I promise.
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It was true that his work was everything, but John had seamlessly integrated himself into his work over the past months, and this progression just felt natural once he'd managed to convey his desires to John. He felt surprisingly comfortable with everything so far, and more than that, he was happy with everything. Happy wasn't much on his spectrum of feelings before John, and he noticed he was generally happier the closer he was to John, so getting as close as possible only made sense.
He was certainly pleased with how close they were now, as evidenced by his near constant tremors and moans. He grips John's hand tighter whenever he felt he might be pushed over the edge, hoping to drag this out for quite a bit longer. It was hard, though, when the vibration of John's chuckle and the slightest graze of teeth make him shudder and groan helplessly at how very close he was.
He's thrown by the question, glancing down at John with pupils blown wide in lust as he searches for an answer.]
Wha- I, nnnh- [He tries for a response before losing his train of thought when John's hand is on him. Any contact to that particular area was his brain's off switch, it seemed. He tries again.]
I am certain I'll like it. [He breathes, wanting more of anything and everything at this point.] Do whatever you like, please. [He wants to reciprocate, of course, but he'll probably be much better for it once this need to just get off has passed and his mind is completely tranquil as he imagined it would be in the aftermath.]
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Meanwhile, he is quite encouraged by Sherlock's verbal response. He wants to bring him that sweet moment of release, of course, he just wanted to make sure that's what the other man really wanted. A warm rush of affection washes over him as he bends his head back down to do just that. The feel of Sherlock is all around him - legs wrapped around him, fingers entwined tightly, and, of course, John's lips are wrapped around his length, taking him fully into his mouth. And he takes him in completely, almost enough to gag although he does not. He groans lustfully instead, moving his lips, and his tongue - swirling, then sucking in the sweet taste of him. The hand not holding Sherlock's moves down to further help along the matter at hand, cradling, then tugging gently at his balls. Simultaneously, he's quickened the rhythm of his mouth sliding up and down along that arousal, hoping to coax and guide him over the edge once he was completely there. It was all extremely arousing, really, and even without touching himself, he was damn near close to coming as well. But not yet. ]
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That was, until John's dating life had started creeping into his mind slowly but surely until he was left wondering what John was like when he was with that woman. He wanted to know everything there was to know about his first real friend, but he certainly had no idea it would extend to wanting to know what he was like as a lover. There was a particularly terrifying moment a few weeks ago when his mind was fogged up to the point where he had to take himself in hand and ended up meeting his end imagining it was John's hand around him rather than his own. His release was swift and intense after that, and rather than clearing his mind as it usually did, it only confused him all the more, which led him down the long and arduous path to admitting to John that maybe he kinda sorta felt a little something for him.
He was more than glad that all of that was over, and that he no longer had to wonder what John was like as a lover because he actually was his lover now. And um, wow, he was certainly quite an adept lover at that. He always imagined he would be sweet and attentive, and he certainly was, though he never anticipated he would be so supremely talented at making him go to pieces like this. He could only writhe and moan when John took him again, his fingers stroking John's hair encouragingly as he squeezed his other hand. John's groan around him has him right back on the edge again, and the way John teases his balls makes him gasp and shudder when he's pushed to the point of no return.]
John, I- [He tried to warn him, really he did, but a moan interrupted his sentence and he suddenly couldn't articulate much of anything when his vision went white. He emptied into his mouth with a shout, slightly muffled because he buried his face in the pillow. He huffs harsh breaths out in the aftermath, turning his face so he could breathe and glance at John with one eye to see how he was faring, hoping he wasn't cross because his warning got caught in his throat. No one had ever seen him like this, and he would never admit it, but the vulnerability he felt in this moment was staggering.]
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Sherlock's warning of climaxing might have been cut off, but John knows enough to expect what is coming. The younger man is gasping and shuddering, giving himself away as he comes completely undone. John is a bit surprised, perhaps at the sudden taste and texture filling his mouth, but he does not show any displeasure or distaste. Adept lover or not, he isn't particularly experienced with this bit, but its Sherlock, and that means everything is fine, just fine. And the other man is just as beautiful in this state of release as he'd hoped he would be. The sight is more satisfying and lovely than he could have imagined, really. So no, he's very much not cross, and he's been squeezing Sherlock's hand as if to say as much. After swallowing, he pays last attentions to that softening arousal, licking him clean. With that, he moves back up the bed to lie alongside Sherlock and gives him a soft, warm smile. Its almost secretive, really, meant only for them. Reaching out, he cradles the man's head gently in his hands, leaning forward to kiss his forehead, and then his lips, just as tenderly. Even though he's not experiencing the post-coital feelings himself, he remains cuddled close to Sherlock, hoping the man is at that stage where he'll still be craving this intimacy. ]
Good? [ He murmurs softly against those lips, still smiling as his thumbs stroke those angular cheeks. John continues to console and coax him, soothing him further into a relaxed state. If anyone deserves that, its certainly the consulting detective. And of course he wants him to enjoy this moment as much as he's enjoyed helping him achieve it. ]
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