No worries! JSYK I am going on vacation on the 30th for two weeks so don't think I'm forgetting you!shutupimageniusNovember 28 2011, 17:41:37 UTC
[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.]
Stupid edits, sorry! Typing is hard! xDmightbebloggingDecember 15 2011, 00:11:23 UTC
[ 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. ]
Hahaha, it's all good, I know you only type with two fingers, love. XDshutupimageniusDecember 15 2011, 04:00:54 UTC
[It had taken quite a long time for Sherlock to realize the depths of what he felt for John, weeks of maddening introspection going by that seemed to raise more questions than they answered. John made him better, he knew that much. He made him think twice about what he said and did, always wondering what John would think or say before he'd do anything at all. Disappointing him got to him far more than he cared to admit, and on the other hand his smile left him pleased with himself for ages after the fact. He didn't know if any of this was how you were supposed to feel when you loved someone, or indeed if he was even capable of love. At least he and John were both enjoying themselves, and that was enough for now.
If Sherlock could pry his eyes open, he would notice that John didn't seem put off at all by his sudden climax, but he really couldn't. Still, he's comforted by John's hand squeezing his, saying without any words that 'it's all fine'. He makes little helpless almost-whimpering noises in the aftermath as John's diligently cleaning him off, going completely boneless in utter blissful satiation. That doesn't mean he's done with John, not by a long shot, so he's glad when John joins him at his side as it saves him the trouble of dragging him up there. He meets John's eyes, still a bit out of breath and looking at him in what could only be described as silent awe. He rests a hand on John's side, gently stroking as he relaxes completely under John's affections. He nods immediately to John's one word question.]
Indescribable. [He says, which is certainly saying something for him. He finds he's liking these touches just as much as the ones from a few moments ago, never imagining he could feel so complacent from tactile stimuli. He reaches his free hand between their bodies to run his fingers over John's neck and over his cheek before leaning in to kiss him gently to congratulate him on a job very bloody well done. He engages in a few moments of reverent touches and looks of complete adoration before he's ready for more.]
I want to do something for you. Or at least something together. [He decides, giving John a blank check to ask for or just start doing anything and everything because he wanted anything and everything (sooner rather than later), and John definitely deserved whatever he wanted after that.]
Oh, hush you! (He really does. xD And apparently Martin Freeman types like that irl too!)mightbebloggingDecember 15 2011, 04:35:32 UTC
[ John could absolutely gaze at Sherlock for a very long time and probably not get bored. The man's face is just so unique. You don't see people with those high cheekbones, heart-shaped and perfectly kissable lips, or otherworldly eyes like that, just walking down the streets of London. Not to mention the unruly curls, of course, and the utterly gorgeous, damn near model-like body. It could at least partially be the hormones talking, but John knows that's not all of it. He's been in awe of his flatmate for some time now, just took him a bit to realize just how much a physical attraction fit into that equation.
So yes, he enjoys the simple, adoring touching and the gentle kiss. He's always enjoyed cuddling and snuggling anyway, of course, and he's pleased to find out Sherlock isn't terribly against it. At the other man's words, he can't help the anticipation building within him, just at the thought of the consulting detective exploring and examining every inch of him. He wasn't going to expect Sherlock to do anything, not really, not if he was tired and needed some rest. But he also wasn't going to argue with him when he was offering this wonderful thing. So John lets out a quiet, shuddering sort of sigh, leaning in to capture Sherlock's lips in his once more, deepening it this time and drinking in the taste of him. His own length is still a bit hard, after all, and with Sherlock, it doesn't take much to further that arousal. He breathes his response against those lips. ]
You can do... whatever you want to do to me, Sherlock. I'm yours.
I return, my dear! <3shutupimageniusDecember 19 2011, 03:00:09 UTC
[Sherlock is thoroughly enjoying this moment, letting the post-orgasmic bliss wash over him, warming him from head to toe. He certainly hadn't given romantic affections enough credit before, but he was still glad that it had taken until John to actually try it. This felt much better than he imagined it would have had he just had sex with someone on a whim. They hadn't even had sex yet, actually, and this was still absolutely brilliant, and it had just started. He hadn't even gotten to explore John yet, and that managed to shake him out of his haze enough to suggest they move forward.
He returns the kiss eagerly, moaning softly when John presses it deeper, placing a hand on his cheek to hold him in place. His reply makes him smile unabashedly, the way John always managed to get him to smile. 'I'm yours'. He really, really liked the sound of that. He kissed him again, nudging against him to get him to lay on his back so he could climb on top of him to straddle him.]
Say more. Please. [He breathes, wanting, no, needing to hear more affirmations like that. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that someone would offer themselves wholly and completely to him like John just did, and he was more than ready to study every last bit of him. It was with utter satisfaction that he realized that he could study John every moment of every day for the rest of his life and never figure him out completely. He smiled at him again at that realization, dragging his hands over John's chest and over his arms, tracing over muscle groups and bones in an effort to really learn every iota of him.
He kisses him again, gently on the lips before trailing his lips over his neck and down to mouth his collarbone. He breathes him in, practically attacking the crook of his neck with his lips. He pulls back after a moment, giving John an apologetic look because he'd left a slight mark there. It would be covered easily by the collar of his shirt, but he still didn't mean to get so riled so quickly. It was difficult though, when he wanted John so badly.
He moves down his body, kissing down his chest and abdomen before reaching his destination. He glances up at John's face before licking once up the underside of his arousal before taking it into his mouth and starting to suck. He squeezed John's thighs, letting his eyes fall shut at the taste of him which he found he really quite enjoyed.]
Yay! :D and OMG this turned out to be a long post. I'M SORRY. DON'T LEAVE ME <33mightbebloggingDecember 19 2011, 06:03:08 UTC
[ Unfortunately, as with all relationships, there was never a guarantee it would last 'forever.' Although John was something of a romantic, even in his older years, he hadn't yet fooled himself into thinking he'd found this with any of the women he'd dated in the past. At the time, many of those relationships had been quite nice, but there was always that feeling that if things went south... he'd be alright. He could get on fine without them. Sherlock was, of course, the exception in every way possible. The doctor could not possibly imagine a life without him in it. He had nothing to go back to, and nothing else to look forward to. If this new development in their relationship were to somehow backfire and change things for the worse, he'd be devastated - not just because he'd be losing this new physicality... but because he'd be losing his best friend.
Of course, it was easy to get lost in the current moment, what with all the endorphins rushing through him, making him feel like an infatuated teenager... but it was more than that. He'd felt this way for Sherlock before they'd kissed, and before that had led to this. To put it quite simply... he wasn't worried. This, right now, felt almost too natural. He loves the way Sherlock continues to be overeager, leaning into that kiss, and moaning just at those simple words John had spoken. They weren't cheesy lines, of course - he meant them. He went along willingly, moving onto his back as the younger man straddled him. His heart was racing again - he couldn't help it, his skin was oversensitive and anticipating what was to come. A sigh escaped his lips when Sherlock encouraged him to go on, to keep talking, and when those hands ran down his chest and his arms, they left behind fiery trails of sensation in their wake. Swallowing hard, it took him a moment to find his voice. ]
I've never wanted another person as much as I've wanted you. I want you to have me... only you. No one else gets to have this. You're... what I've been looking for.
[ Cliche words, perhaps, but again, he meant them all. No, they hadn't 'technically' had sex yet, although this was still early days for them. Had they really only had their first kiss a few hours ago? It was hard to believe, and yet, it was still so new and very exciting. But having just had the chance to witness Sherlock's beautiful orgasm had been more than enough for John, for now. They had plenty of time to try other things, after all. Right now, he was enjoying every last affection Sherlock's lips were showing his skin, especially that thing he was doing to his neck. When he caught sight of Sherlock's apologetic look, he almost giggled a bit, because being mad at the daft git right now was the furthest impossibility. ]
Its good, Sherlock - its extremely good. I love the way your lips feel. My body... my body is yours.
[ Just about any other coherent thought left his mind around then, however, when those perfectly heart-shaped lips found his arousal. The tongue licking up the underside had him jumping slightly, his breath hitching in his throat, but it was when the mouth closed around his length that things really started shutting down. His hips jerked almost involuntarily into Sherlock's mouth, his head falling back swiftly against the pillows. The moan that escaped his lips was loud, and damn it all but he was this close to almost coming right then and there. It had been too long since he'd been intimate with someone like this, and he'd have to stave off his own arousal while showing earlier affections to a very verbal Sherlock. Not that he minded in the least, of course. It just took a bit more control to enjoy the feel of that mouth enclosing his length, and that tongue working along it. ]
God, yes, that feels... nngh... fucking fantastic. [ Yes, he couldn't stop the language - former army soldier and all. But it was said in a voice that was breathless and completely helpless. One of his hands strayed down to bury itself in those dark curls, encouraging, tugging, almost of their own accord. The consulting detective certainly need not worry that the good doctor wasn't enjoying this because it should have been quite obvious that he was. ]
<3 Don't be sorry, ILU! I could never leave my Jawn~ <3shutupimageniusDecember 20 2011, 02:22:58 UTC
[Despite the fact that relationships rarely lasted forever, Sherlock would do anything and everything in his power to make it so. There was no danger of his ever getting tired of John, so all that remained was making sure he kept himself in check so John didn't get sick of him. He didn't imagine he would, but he always got paranoid when things started going too well. And this? Well, this was absolutely the definition of 'going well'.
He loves feeling John so pliant underneath him, feeling his implicit trust in how relaxed he was. John was offering him anything, which was good because Sherlock wanted everything. He watches in quiet amusement and satisfaction when it takes John a moment to reply. Every word felt as though it warmed him from the inside out, never imagining that he would hear those words from anyone. John found something worthwhile in him beyond his intellect and callous exterior, which was nothing short of extraordinary. As much as he didn't care to admit it, Sherlock was human, and he did have feelings buried deep under layers upon layers of cold indifference. No one else took care to notice and nurture that part of him until John, and John was the only one he would ever let see him unguarded and real like this. He couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was what John was looking for.
He met John's gaze after he practically assaulted his neck, brightening at the reassurance that what he was doing was good.]
Mine. [He repeated, trailing his fingers over John's chest, somewhat awestruck by the realization that this kind, remarkable man was all his. He could study him and touch him and cuddle up to him whenever he wanted, and he was certain he would want to do all of that more often than not. There was no helping his new-found conviction to feel and taste every last bit of John, his lips immediately setting to work again to memorize every contour of his body.
There was no other word for John's reactions when he paid attention to his erection than 'gorgeous'. He took mental snapshots and filed them away into his hard drive, wanting a large span of reference for whenever John wasn't available for a 'study session' in person. He stroked John's thighs as he moaned and writhed, silently amazed at just how much he could affect him so easily. He counted it as a special victory that he'd gotten John to curse, moaning against him at the breathless quality of his voice and the way his fingers tugged at his hair.
He was enjoying this immensely, as it appeared John was too, but he was also impossibly eager for things to progress. He worked his lips and tongue over him a bit longer before slowly pulling back to just rub his cheek against his arousal as he glanced up at John from under the dark fringe of his bangs, his expression lustful and wanting.]
I want to shag you. Or be shagged by you. Whichever you prefer, but either way sooner would be better than later. [He said bluntly, way past ready to push things to the next level.]
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[ When Sherlock looked up at him beneath that curtain of thick,unruly hair, with that gaze full of desire for him, John of all people... he was almost completely undone. To say the look alone was arousing was understatement, but nothing could have prepared him for the words that followed. They were such simple words, of course, spoken so bluntly in a way that the consulting detective might not have known just what he was doing to the poor doctor. ]
Christ, Sherlock. [ John managed breathlessly, reaching his fingers over to rake them through those curls, brushing them back. ]
Come here. [ It was more an order than a request, his voice low and hoarse as his fingers half-dragged the man back up to him so his body was draped over John's, while minding his now rather hardened erection. He immediately pulled Sherlock's face in for a deep, passionate kiss, unable to resist after his intentions towards the good doctor had been made known. After a brief moment of lips and tongues tangling, he pulled away again, just enough to he could look at him in a lustful, heated daze. ]
There are... things, we need, for that. [ He somehow managed words, although they didn't come out quite as logically as he should be able to say them, being a doctor and all. The things you do to him, Sherlock. ] As it were, I just so happen to have those things... but honestly, I wasn't quite sure we were ready to be trying this tonight. [ John was a bit nervous, yes, but more out of the thought of this going badly than anything else. ] Could you get them for me, then? Top shelf, drawer there by the bed... should be lube, and condoms.
[ Oh yes, John had prepared, even before he knew how quickly heated their desires and longing for each other could become. He wasn't going to be disappointed if it hadn't gotten this far tonight, but now that it had... he was going to try and see it through. John, too, wanted everything when it came to Sherlock. Once the other man was back with the necessary 'things,' John ran his hands up his arms, resting briefly upon his neck. ]
Am I correct in assuming you've never done this before? I haven't, although I know how it goes, so, um... let me do the shagging this time, yes? And I think we should try and... take it slow. [ He gave the other man another, slower kiss, fingers gently caressing his cheeks, his hair. John sighed, and when he spoke against those lips, his voice was calm and loving, even as his insides twisted and did flips about his stomach. ] I don't want to hurt you, or... disappoint you, Sherlock.
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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If Sherlock could pry his eyes open, he would notice that John didn't seem put off at all by his sudden climax, but he really couldn't. Still, he's comforted by John's hand squeezing his, saying without any words that 'it's all fine'. He makes little helpless almost-whimpering noises in the aftermath as John's diligently cleaning him off, going completely boneless in utter blissful satiation. That doesn't mean he's done with John, not by a long shot, so he's glad when John joins him at his side as it saves him the trouble of dragging him up there. He meets John's eyes, still a bit out of breath and looking at him in what could only be described as silent awe. He rests a hand on John's side, gently stroking as he relaxes completely under John's affections. He nods immediately to John's one word question.]
Indescribable. [He says, which is certainly saying something for him. He finds he's liking these touches just as much as the ones from a few moments ago, never imagining he could feel so complacent from tactile stimuli. He reaches his free hand between their bodies to run his fingers over John's neck and over his cheek before leaning in to kiss him gently to congratulate him on a job very bloody well done. He engages in a few moments of reverent touches and looks of complete adoration before he's ready for more.]
I want to do something for you. Or at least something together. [He decides, giving John a blank check to ask for or just start doing anything and everything because he wanted anything and everything (sooner rather than later), and John definitely deserved whatever he wanted after that.]
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So yes, he enjoys the simple, adoring touching and the gentle kiss. He's always enjoyed cuddling and snuggling anyway, of course, and he's pleased to find out Sherlock isn't terribly against it. At the other man's words, he can't help the anticipation building within him, just at the thought of the consulting detective exploring and examining every inch of him. He wasn't going to expect Sherlock to do anything, not really, not if he was tired and needed some rest. But he also wasn't going to argue with him when he was offering this wonderful thing. So John lets out a quiet, shuddering sort of sigh, leaning in to capture Sherlock's lips in his once more, deepening it this time and drinking in the taste of him. His own length is still a bit hard, after all, and with Sherlock, it doesn't take much to further that arousal. He breathes his response against those lips. ]
You can do... whatever you want to do to me, Sherlock. I'm yours.
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He returns the kiss eagerly, moaning softly when John presses it deeper, placing a hand on his cheek to hold him in place. His reply makes him smile unabashedly, the way John always managed to get him to smile. 'I'm yours'. He really, really liked the sound of that. He kissed him again, nudging against him to get him to lay on his back so he could climb on top of him to straddle him.]
Say more. Please. [He breathes, wanting, no, needing to hear more affirmations like that. He never imagined in his wildest dreams that someone would offer themselves wholly and completely to him like John just did, and he was more than ready to study every last bit of him. It was with utter satisfaction that he realized that he could study John every moment of every day for the rest of his life and never figure him out completely. He smiled at him again at that realization, dragging his hands over John's chest and over his arms, tracing over muscle groups and bones in an effort to really learn every iota of him.
He kisses him again, gently on the lips before trailing his lips over his neck and down to mouth his collarbone. He breathes him in, practically attacking the crook of his neck with his lips. He pulls back after a moment, giving John an apologetic look because he'd left a slight mark there. It would be covered easily by the collar of his shirt, but he still didn't mean to get so riled so quickly. It was difficult though, when he wanted John so badly.
He moves down his body, kissing down his chest and abdomen before reaching his destination. He glances up at John's face before licking once up the underside of his arousal before taking it into his mouth and starting to suck. He squeezed John's thighs, letting his eyes fall shut at the taste of him which he found he really quite enjoyed.]
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Of course, it was easy to get lost in the current moment, what with all the endorphins rushing through him, making him feel like an infatuated teenager... but it was more than that. He'd felt this way for Sherlock before they'd kissed, and before that had led to this. To put it quite simply... he wasn't worried. This, right now, felt almost too natural. He loves the way Sherlock continues to be overeager, leaning into that kiss, and moaning just at those simple words John had spoken. They weren't cheesy lines, of course - he meant them. He went along willingly, moving onto his back as the younger man straddled him. His heart was racing again - he couldn't help it, his skin was oversensitive and anticipating what was to come. A sigh escaped his lips when Sherlock encouraged him to go on, to keep talking, and when those hands ran down his chest and his arms, they left behind fiery trails of sensation in their wake. Swallowing hard, it took him a moment to find his voice. ]
I've never wanted another person as much as I've wanted you. I want you to have me... only you. No one else gets to have this. You're... what I've been looking for.
[ Cliche words, perhaps, but again, he meant them all. No, they hadn't 'technically' had sex yet, although this was still early days for them. Had they really only had their first kiss a few hours ago? It was hard to believe, and yet, it was still so new and very exciting. But having just had the chance to witness Sherlock's beautiful orgasm had been more than enough for John, for now. They had plenty of time to try other things, after all. Right now, he was enjoying every last affection Sherlock's lips were showing his skin, especially that thing he was doing to his neck. When he caught sight of Sherlock's apologetic look, he almost giggled a bit, because being mad at the daft git right now was the furthest impossibility. ]
Its good, Sherlock - its extremely good. I love the way your lips feel. My body... my body is yours.
[ Just about any other coherent thought left his mind around then, however, when those perfectly heart-shaped lips found his arousal. The tongue licking up the underside had him jumping slightly, his breath hitching in his throat, but it was when the mouth closed around his length that things really started shutting down. His hips jerked almost involuntarily into Sherlock's mouth, his head falling back swiftly against the pillows. The moan that escaped his lips was loud, and damn it all but he was this close to almost coming right then and there. It had been too long since he'd been intimate with someone like this, and he'd have to stave off his own arousal while showing earlier affections to a very verbal Sherlock. Not that he minded in the least, of course. It just took a bit more control to enjoy the feel of that mouth enclosing his length, and that tongue working along it. ]
God, yes, that feels... nngh... fucking fantastic. [ Yes, he couldn't stop the language - former army soldier and all. But it was said in a voice that was breathless and completely helpless. One of his hands strayed down to bury itself in those dark curls, encouraging, tugging, almost of their own accord. The consulting detective certainly need not worry that the good doctor wasn't enjoying this because it should have been quite obvious that he was. ]
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He loves feeling John so pliant underneath him, feeling his implicit trust in how relaxed he was. John was offering him anything, which was good because Sherlock wanted everything. He watches in quiet amusement and satisfaction when it takes John a moment to reply. Every word felt as though it warmed him from the inside out, never imagining that he would hear those words from anyone. John found something worthwhile in him beyond his intellect and callous exterior, which was nothing short of extraordinary. As much as he didn't care to admit it, Sherlock was human, and he did have feelings buried deep under layers upon layers of cold indifference. No one else took care to notice and nurture that part of him until John, and John was the only one he would ever let see him unguarded and real like this. He couldn't help but marvel at the fact that he was what John was looking for.
He met John's gaze after he practically assaulted his neck, brightening at the reassurance that what he was doing was good.]
Mine. [He repeated, trailing his fingers over John's chest, somewhat awestruck by the realization that this kind, remarkable man was all his. He could study him and touch him and cuddle up to him whenever he wanted, and he was certain he would want to do all of that more often than not. There was no helping his new-found conviction to feel and taste every last bit of John, his lips immediately setting to work again to memorize every contour of his body.
There was no other word for John's reactions when he paid attention to his erection than 'gorgeous'. He took mental snapshots and filed them away into his hard drive, wanting a large span of reference for whenever John wasn't available for a 'study session' in person. He stroked John's thighs as he moaned and writhed, silently amazed at just how much he could affect him so easily. He counted it as a special victory that he'd gotten John to curse, moaning against him at the breathless quality of his voice and the way his fingers tugged at his hair.
He was enjoying this immensely, as it appeared John was too, but he was also impossibly eager for things to progress. He worked his lips and tongue over him a bit longer before slowly pulling back to just rub his cheek against his arousal as he glanced up at John from under the dark fringe of his bangs, his expression lustful and wanting.]
I want to shag you. Or be shagged by you. Whichever you prefer, but either way sooner would be better than later. [He said bluntly, way past ready to push things to the next level.]
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Christ, Sherlock. [ John managed breathlessly, reaching his fingers over to rake them through those curls, brushing them back. ]
Come here. [ It was more an order than a request, his voice low and hoarse as his fingers half-dragged the man back up to him so his body was draped over John's, while minding his now rather hardened erection. He immediately pulled Sherlock's face in for a deep, passionate kiss, unable to resist after his intentions towards the good doctor had been made known. After a brief moment of lips and tongues tangling, he pulled away again, just enough to he could look at him in a lustful, heated daze. ]
There are... things, we need, for that. [ He somehow managed words, although they didn't come out quite as logically as he should be able to say them, being a doctor and all. The things you do to him, Sherlock. ] As it were, I just so happen to have those things... but honestly, I wasn't quite sure we were ready to be trying this tonight. [ John was a bit nervous, yes, but more out of the thought of this going badly than anything else. ] Could you get them for me, then? Top shelf, drawer there by the bed... should be lube, and condoms.
[ Oh yes, John had prepared, even before he knew how quickly heated their desires and longing for each other could become. He wasn't going to be disappointed if it hadn't gotten this far tonight, but now that it had... he was going to try and see it through. John, too, wanted everything when it came to Sherlock. Once the other man was back with the necessary 'things,' John ran his hands up his arms, resting briefly upon his neck. ]
Am I correct in assuming you've never done this before? I haven't, although I know how it goes, so, um... let me do the shagging this time, yes? And I think we should try and... take it slow. [ He gave the other man another, slower kiss, fingers gently caressing his cheeks, his hair. John sighed, and when he spoke against those lips, his voice was calm and loving, even as his insides twisted and did flips about his stomach. ] I don't want to hurt you, or... disappoint you, Sherlock.
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