[ 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.]
Yay! Jawn loves you, too.mightbebloggingDecember 21 2011, 02:11:38 UTC
[ 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.
[Sherlock gave a wry smile from where he was, still hovering over John's arousal as his fingers ran through his hair. He kept his sultry gaze fixed on his face as he gave another languid lick to his erection in reward for his response. For someone so stubborn and independent, he found he really rather liked the sound of John ordering him about in this context. He had the distinct feeling he'd be pushing for that quite often, finding the soldier side of John to be one of his very favorites. He'd want to create a scenario in the future where John would make him say 'yes sir' and 'no sir' to get what he wanted. He would save that for later though, once they got settled into this new relationship.
He definitely didn't need to be told twice to get back on top of John, crawling over him right away and practically falling into the kiss. He moaned against John's lips at the heated kiss, his fingers threading through his hair and holding his head in place throughout. He probably looked a complete mess when John pulled back, panting harshly and feeling himself getting impossibly hard again already.
He just nodded dumbly at John's statements, waiting for the location before pretty much leaping out of the bed to hurriedly retrieve them. Yes, he was very eager, and there was certainly no need to worry about things going badly on his end because he was thrilled at the mere prospect of this new experience.
He set the requested items aside as he took his place over John again, nodding at his assumption that he was absolutely inexperienced in all this. He nodded again with a soft hum at John's plan for doing the shagging first, just fine with that plan. He returned the kiss, lazily carding his fingers through John's hair as he enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere.
That was, until John's words threw him for a bit of a loop, opening his eyes to peer at him.]
You could never hurt me. [He said matter-of-factly. He had a high pain tolerance anyway, but he knew John wasn't capable of actually hurting him being as it was against his very nature. He had a slight masochistic streak besides, and he knew he would be asking John to get rough with him now and then if he was comfortable with it. John's sucking him off had done wonders for him, and he was more than ready to be at his mercy yet again as soon as possible.]
The only way you could have disappointed me is if you would have said no. [He said honestly, sure he would have been privately devastated if John had rejected him outright. He would put on a brave face, but he would continue to pine away for him probably for the rest of his life if John hadn't ended up being interested in him.
Thankfully, that wasn't a problem at all. In fact, there were no problems at all with any of this, despite the fact that he hadn't envisioned that he would spend the evening naked on top of John when he woke up this morning.]
Can we proceed now? [He asked, not-so-secretly impatient for things to continue.]
Sherlock may have looked like a complete mess, but he was an absolutely gorgeous complete mess, and more importantly, he was John's complete mess. God, the way his hair went every which direction like that, the glaring evidence of longing in his eyes, and his bruised, heart-shaped lips all combined to make him absolutely irresistible. "As if I could possibly have refused you," he smirked lightly, in a playful manner, but meaning every word all the same. And he could hurt the detective. John might seem mild-mannered, and he was, but he had also been a soldier, and he was still quite a man, to boot. If he wanted to hurt someone, he would - and he had, in the past. But no, he would not willingly hurt Sherlock, unless it served some greater purpose, or the man asked him to.
"Well. We'll keep the 'rough stuff' in mind for later, shall we?" he asked teasingly, an almost devious gaze flickering over his expression, even as he tried to swallow his nerves. As for the bit where he plays the soldier and gives Sherlock orders... well, he certainly wouldn't be adverse to trying that, and many other scenarios. Luckily, they had time. John huffed out a breath when Sherlock impatiently moved them right along with that voice of his, sending a new rush of arousing longing through John. "Right then, ah... on your stomach."
Once Sherlock was lying on his stomach, spread out before John, it was another moment as the doctor caught his breath. Again. Straddling the man's long legs, he just had to run his fingertips down that long, pale spine, dragging his nails down over that perfectly tight arse. "...right." Swallowing a bit, he quickly unwrapped a condom with slightly trembling fingers, then rolled it onto his erection. He lubed up his fingers, and himself... then leaned forward just to kiss the small of Sherlock's back, right above his bum. He let his lips trail down farther, letting his tongue finally tease him, licking about and just dipping into that glorious hole. Undoubtedly, Sherlock's reactions were about to give the poor doctor a heart attack for all the desire he felt. It was everything he could do not to just push inside him just like that. Instead, he sat back just a bit, then reached a finger inside Sherlock - slowly, working him open. God, he was tight. "Just relax, darling," John murmured, yet another little 'pet name' for his consulting detective. No doubt he was full of them, of course, and they just came so easily. The tightness was almost too much, but he slowly slipped in another finger, massaging, working... and finally stroking when he found the prostate. All the while, he watched for Sherlock's reactions, his arousal practically aching to be inside him. "How is that?"
OOC: SORRY. LJ changed on us, and I'm still getting the hang of it. Prose ok, or do you prefer the other? Its whatever!
Sherlock glanced up at John from where he's draped over him, smiling lazily when John mentioned that he couldn't refuse him. That was certainly true, and he was assuredly glad for it since it had landed him in this position on top of John's naked form.
And yes, he certainly knew that John could hurt him if he wanted to, but he knew he would never want to. He knew John felt an immediate connection upon meeting him just as he had, and now he knew that the feelings went far beyond just being colleagues, flatmates and friends. This extraordinary man masquerading as average adored him, and he reveled in the warm comfort of being loved just as he was for the first time ever.
He felt a fresh pang of arousal at John's devious expression as he agreed to indulge in what was likely to be the first of many kinks Sherlock never knew he had. He hummed in approval at that, looking forward to coming up with plenty of scenarios for the two of them to engage in.
He was pleased when John played to his impatience, moving to lay on his stomach as directed. He tucked his arms under the pillow, eyeing John from the corner of his eye as he laid out in complete trust and openness for him. He practically melted against the bed as John traced his spine, growling in lustful approval when he dragged his nails over his arse. He nuzzled the pillow in utter contentment, watching through hooded eyes as John prepared himself. He smiled when John started kissing his back, sighing and spreading his thighs obligingly as John moved down, down and- "Ohh." he moaned when John teased him with his tongue, grinding almost involuntarily against the bed at how insanely arousing that was.
He really started to squirm when John's finger first breached him, trying to get used to the odd but not entirely unpleasant sensation. He made a sort of 'nnghh' sound when John told him to relax, though he was certainly enjoying each new endearment John had for him. He groaned when John added a second finger, though it turned to a gasp of surprise as John found that bundle of nerves that shot electricity up his spine. "John!" he cried out, though it certainly wasn't a plea for him to stop. In fact, he was actively trying to push back against those fingers, wanting more of that intense pleasure right now. "Good, obviously good." he panted out, never imagining just how good it could feel. "More." he commanded lowly, still being pushy despite John being the one in control.
(OOC: Lol, it's okay! It threw me off too. XD I'm more used to prose style actually, so I'm good! <33)
It all began with that first moan that rumbled past Sherlock's lips. John had to swallow again, hard, as the sound shot straight to his groin and an erection he did not think could possibly become even harder. Apparently, he was wrong. It was almost painful, really, paying this attention to the other man while his own arousal pulsed and throbbed with the aching of wanting to be touched, stroked, or otherwise relieved. He'd been a little bit afraid that this would be too much for Sherlock, which would be alright, of course, because sometimes trying this took time for new couples. Time was one thing they had to perfect it. When he'd heard his named called out like that, he had initially thought it meant he should stop, it was took much. He was considerably surprised, then, when the other man actually pushed himself back into his fingers, and John inhaled sharply in surprise at the effect he was having.
Sherlock's verbal response showing just how much he was enjoying this had John's head spinning in a daze of lust and longing. Of course he would command the doctor like this, even when he wasn't supposed to be the one in control. It had John giggling ever-so-slightly, because of this man, everything he was, and everything he was doing to him right now. "Yes, sir," he murmured in return, the smile on his face a bit goofy. That voice, as always, practically had him jumping to the next task, and it was sheer will-power that kept John from plunging his erection deep inside Sherlock. Masochist or not, he probably wasn't ready for that yet. Then again, he would never fail to surprise. Pulling his fingers out, his hands next went to grip Sherlock's hips, hitching him up a bit so he could position himself just so. The man's erection wouldn't be pressed against the bed now, either.
John hesitated only briefly, staring at the gorgeous bottom presenting itself to him, but nothing could have stopped him now, not even his own advice at, perhaps, taking this even slower. He let out his breath, trying to relax himself, and control himself.
"Tell me if its uncomfortable, alright? And just... try to relax," he somehow managed to say, one hand stroking soothingly over that pale, alabaster skin. With that, he moved forward slowly, letting the head of his length just tease the other for a moment, pressing against him. It almost didn't see possible - Sherlock was so tight, and John wasn't exactly small. But, God, he wanted this so very badly, to be inside the other man, to share that intimacy... he simply had to have it. With that, he slowly inched his way inside Sherlock, pushing without forcing. Almost immediately, a loud groan escaped his lips as he felt the overwhelming tightness and warmth of the other man. It was indescribably amazing and good and all things arousing and pleasurable. Again, it was an effort not to simply thrust himself deep, all the way inside.
"God Sherlock... yes," were the only coherent words he was able to exclaim. If it already felt this good, he was quite eager to know what moving and thrusting within the other man would feel like.
Sherlock never imagined he'd be in this position, let alone be enjoying it so much. Sex always seemed so tiresome and messy, but now any reason he had for abstaining seemed irrelevant because this was glorious. The stimulation of his prostate especially surprised him and made him more than glad that he wound up in this position. He could see the obvious arousal in John's expression whenever he could pry his eyes open, and that just made him all the more impatient.
His face flushed a bit when John giggled, shooting him a glare before his expression softened when he realized his laughter was adoring rather than derisive. He wasn't used to that by a long shot. His lips quirked in a slight grin when John said 'yes, sir' which reminded him once again that this was John and he could be relaxed and didn't have to worry. Despite the fact that he knew something bigger and better was on the way, he still bemoaned the loss of John's fingers. He waited not-quite-patiently for John to continue, though he was soothed a bit by his words and the gentle stroking of John's hand, nodding to his requests of him.
All cogent thoughts were thrown from his head when he felt John press against him, mewling softly as John teased him with something that promised to be much better than his fingers. It almost seemed like too much at first as he felt his body stretching around John seemingly for ages before just the head was in. He took deep, shuddering breaths as John pressed forward slowly, grateful that he was taking this slowly at first despite the overwhelming need to feel what it was like when he was completely inside.
The way John groaned and breathed his name sounded sinfully pleasurable to his ears as he waited for him to finally bury himself to the hilt. He moaned when he felt John's hips press against his to signify that he'd reached his destination, reaching back to grab John's wrist and keep him there. "Wait. Just, stay like this a moment." he said breathlessly, wanting to keep this completely full feeling for a bit longer as well as give him a chance to acclimate to him. He took a few deep breaths before loosening his grip and moving back into a comfortable position with a nod. "Alright."
Initially, John was afraid he might have hurt Sherlock. The soft, almost whimpers he was making, combined with the heavy breathing, had him a bit worried. He worried his lower lip a bit, going as slowly as humanly possible, while at the same time, bracing him to pull out immediately should Sherlock show any signs of real, painful discomfort. As it was, he pushed all the way, slotting against the other man like some puzzle piece destined to be there. The sudden hand reaching for his wrist had him starting just a little, but he swallowed, nodding almost dumbly to his words. "Right, yeah," he murmured, his voice a bit strained as he closed his eyes, becoming completely lost to the sensations. His fingers lightly stroked the man's pale hips. "Still not too late to stop, if its... too much." It was exceedingly difficult to say those words, however. John would have been very, very disappointed if they'd had to end it there. It was still hard to believe this was actually happening, that he was inside the world's only consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes. It almost made him giggle again, although he reigned it in. The thought alone, combined with the intense feeling of that tight warmth around him, just about pushed him over the edge.
What could only have been mere seconds later, somewhere in his lustful haze he heard Sherlock give his assent. Swallowing hard, he nodded, and taking a deep breath of his own... he started to pull out. John did not, however, pull all the way out, of course - just enough so that he could thrust slowly back inside again, getting his own feel for this glorious thing. It erupted a loud, unbridled cry to escape his lips as how very good it felt. The pleasurable sensations that rushed through his body were almost too much, and they only heightened as he began working out a rhythm of hips thrusting. Already, he knew he wasn't going to be able to last forever - not when the overly sensitive skin of his arousal was completely enveloped inside Sherlock, buried inside him and being provided intense friction with each plunge.
"God, Sherlock, yes... you feel... amazing," he half-growls breathlessly, holding nothing back, breathing heavily, fingers gripping Sherlock's waist firmly, and face screwed up in tortured bliss. "You're so beautiful." Cliche words, perhaps, but even in the heat of passion, he meant them all. Why hadn't they been doing this from the beginning, again? It seemed like all the pent-up, sexual frustration and tension between them could have been resolved so much sooner had they been engaging in this.
John was certainly doing the exact opposite of hurting him, but it was still quite a lot to get used to. He wasn't used to feeling quite so much, both emotionally and physically. It felt like everything was turned up to eleven, and while he thrived on it, it was still affecting him quite a bit more than he was used to. The feeling of John fitting so well inside and against him was overwhelming in the hot pleasure it offered, and it felt like it was impossible to get enough air into his lungs. He succeeded in regulating his breathing at least somewhat after a few moments of deep inhales and John stroking his hips. He turned his head to glance back at John when he spoke with his famous 'are you completely daft?' look.
"You're out of your mind if you think I want to stop." he assured him, sure that he wouldn't know what to do with himself if they stopped now. As it was, he never wanted to stop. It had taken him a moment, but he was more than ready to continue now. He groaned when John pulled back, the slow friction threatening to drive him mad with desire. He echoed John's cry when he pushed forward again, fisting his hands in the sheets as he panted hard against the pillow. He could feel his inner muscles tightening around John at every thrust, as though his body was drawing him in even unconsciously.
He watched John's face intently, feeling warmth radiate from his stomach up to his chest at his words. They weren't cliche to him, certainly, having never heard that he was beautiful before. John complimented him in every other aspect, but he had still never heard direct compliments on his appearance before (he probably never gave anyone much of a chance, but still, he retained the praise wouldn't mean the same coming from anyone but John). He only wished there was some way he could touch John or kiss him from here to show him how much he liked hearing that. He reached a hand back to lace his fingers with one of John's hands on his hips, squeezing it tight when a particularly good thrust had him moaning again and pressing back against him. "Don't stop, don't stop." he chanted, wanting to dispel any notions in John's head that this was anything short of perfect.
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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He definitely didn't need to be told twice to get back on top of John, crawling over him right away and practically falling into the kiss. He moaned against John's lips at the heated kiss, his fingers threading through his hair and holding his head in place throughout. He probably looked a complete mess when John pulled back, panting harshly and feeling himself getting impossibly hard again already.
He just nodded dumbly at John's statements, waiting for the location before pretty much leaping out of the bed to hurriedly retrieve them. Yes, he was very eager, and there was certainly no need to worry about things going badly on his end because he was thrilled at the mere prospect of this new experience.
He set the requested items aside as he took his place over John again, nodding at his assumption that he was absolutely inexperienced in all this. He nodded again with a soft hum at John's plan for doing the shagging first, just fine with that plan. He returned the kiss, lazily carding his fingers through John's hair as he enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere.
That was, until John's words threw him for a bit of a loop, opening his eyes to peer at him.]
You could never hurt me. [He said matter-of-factly. He had a high pain tolerance anyway, but he knew John wasn't capable of actually hurting him being as it was against his very nature. He had a slight masochistic streak besides, and he knew he would be asking John to get rough with him now and then if he was comfortable with it. John's sucking him off had done wonders for him, and he was more than ready to be at his mercy yet again as soon as possible.]
The only way you could have disappointed me is if you would have said no. [He said honestly, sure he would have been privately devastated if John had rejected him outright. He would put on a brave face, but he would continue to pine away for him probably for the rest of his life if John hadn't ended up being interested in him.
Thankfully, that wasn't a problem at all. In fact, there were no problems at all with any of this, despite the fact that he hadn't envisioned that he would spend the evening naked on top of John when he woke up this morning.]
Can we proceed now? [He asked, not-so-secretly impatient for things to continue.]
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"Well. We'll keep the 'rough stuff' in mind for later, shall we?" he asked teasingly, an almost devious gaze flickering over his expression, even as he tried to swallow his nerves. As for the bit where he plays the soldier and gives Sherlock orders... well, he certainly wouldn't be adverse to trying that, and many other scenarios. Luckily, they had time. John huffed out a breath when Sherlock impatiently moved them right along with that voice of his, sending a new rush of arousing longing through John. "Right then, ah... on your stomach."
Once Sherlock was lying on his stomach, spread out before John, it was another moment as the doctor caught his breath. Again. Straddling the man's long legs, he just had to run his fingertips down that long, pale spine, dragging his nails down over that perfectly tight arse. "...right." Swallowing a bit, he quickly unwrapped a condom with slightly trembling fingers, then rolled it onto his erection. He lubed up his fingers, and himself... then leaned forward just to kiss the small of Sherlock's back, right above his bum. He let his lips trail down farther, letting his tongue finally tease him, licking about and just dipping into that glorious hole. Undoubtedly, Sherlock's reactions were about to give the poor doctor a heart attack for all the desire he felt. It was everything he could do not to just push inside him just like that. Instead, he sat back just a bit, then reached a finger inside Sherlock - slowly, working him open. God, he was tight. "Just relax, darling," John murmured, yet another little 'pet name' for his consulting detective. No doubt he was full of them, of course, and they just came so easily. The tightness was almost too much, but he slowly slipped in another finger, massaging, working... and finally stroking when he found the prostate. All the while, he watched for Sherlock's reactions, his arousal practically aching to be inside him. "How is that?"
OOC: SORRY. LJ changed on us, and I'm still getting the hang of it. Prose ok, or do you prefer the other? Its whatever!
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And yes, he certainly knew that John could hurt him if he wanted to, but he knew he would never want to. He knew John felt an immediate connection upon meeting him just as he had, and now he knew that the feelings went far beyond just being colleagues, flatmates and friends. This extraordinary man masquerading as average adored him, and he reveled in the warm comfort of being loved just as he was for the first time ever.
He felt a fresh pang of arousal at John's devious expression as he agreed to indulge in what was likely to be the first of many kinks Sherlock never knew he had. He hummed in approval at that, looking forward to coming up with plenty of scenarios for the two of them to engage in.
He was pleased when John played to his impatience, moving to lay on his stomach as directed. He tucked his arms under the pillow, eyeing John from the corner of his eye as he laid out in complete trust and openness for him. He practically melted against the bed as John traced his spine, growling in lustful approval when he dragged his nails over his arse. He nuzzled the pillow in utter contentment, watching through hooded eyes as John prepared himself. He smiled when John started kissing his back, sighing and spreading his thighs obligingly as John moved down, down and- "Ohh." he moaned when John teased him with his tongue, grinding almost involuntarily against the bed at how insanely arousing that was.
He really started to squirm when John's finger first breached him, trying to get used to the odd but not entirely unpleasant sensation. He made a sort of 'nnghh' sound when John told him to relax, though he was certainly enjoying each new endearment John had for him. He groaned when John added a second finger, though it turned to a gasp of surprise as John found that bundle of nerves that shot electricity up his spine. "John!" he cried out, though it certainly wasn't a plea for him to stop. In fact, he was actively trying to push back against those fingers, wanting more of that intense pleasure right now. "Good, obviously good." he panted out, never imagining just how good it could feel. "More." he commanded lowly, still being pushy despite John being the one in control.
(OOC: Lol, it's okay! It threw me off too. XD I'm more used to prose style actually, so I'm good! <33)
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Sherlock's verbal response showing just how much he was enjoying this had John's head spinning in a daze of lust and longing. Of course he would command the doctor like this, even when he wasn't supposed to be the one in control. It had John giggling ever-so-slightly, because of this man, everything he was, and everything he was doing to him right now. "Yes, sir," he murmured in return, the smile on his face a bit goofy. That voice, as always, practically had him jumping to the next task, and it was sheer will-power that kept John from plunging his erection deep inside Sherlock. Masochist or not, he probably wasn't ready for that yet. Then again, he would never fail to surprise. Pulling his fingers out, his hands next went to grip Sherlock's hips, hitching him up a bit so he could position himself just so. The man's erection wouldn't be pressed against the bed now, either.
John hesitated only briefly, staring at the gorgeous bottom presenting itself to him, but nothing could have stopped him now, not even his own advice at, perhaps, taking this even slower. He let out his breath, trying to relax himself, and control himself.
"Tell me if its uncomfortable, alright? And just... try to relax," he somehow managed to say, one hand stroking soothingly over that pale, alabaster skin. With that, he moved forward slowly, letting the head of his length just tease the other for a moment, pressing against him. It almost didn't see possible - Sherlock was so tight, and John wasn't exactly small. But, God, he wanted this so very badly, to be inside the other man, to share that intimacy... he simply had to have it. With that, he slowly inched his way inside Sherlock, pushing without forcing. Almost immediately, a loud groan escaped his lips as he felt the overwhelming tightness and warmth of the other man. It was indescribably amazing and good and all things arousing and pleasurable. Again, it was an effort not to simply thrust himself deep, all the way inside.
"God Sherlock... yes," were the only coherent words he was able to exclaim. If it already felt this good, he was quite eager to know what moving and thrusting within the other man would feel like.
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His face flushed a bit when John giggled, shooting him a glare before his expression softened when he realized his laughter was adoring rather than derisive. He wasn't used to that by a long shot. His lips quirked in a slight grin when John said 'yes, sir' which reminded him once again that this was John and he could be relaxed and didn't have to worry. Despite the fact that he knew something bigger and better was on the way, he still bemoaned the loss of John's fingers. He waited not-quite-patiently for John to continue, though he was soothed a bit by his words and the gentle stroking of John's hand, nodding to his requests of him.
All cogent thoughts were thrown from his head when he felt John press against him, mewling softly as John teased him with something that promised to be much better than his fingers. It almost seemed like too much at first as he felt his body stretching around John seemingly for ages before just the head was in. He took deep, shuddering breaths as John pressed forward slowly, grateful that he was taking this slowly at first despite the overwhelming need to feel what it was like when he was completely inside.
The way John groaned and breathed his name sounded sinfully pleasurable to his ears as he waited for him to finally bury himself to the hilt. He moaned when he felt John's hips press against his to signify that he'd reached his destination, reaching back to grab John's wrist and keep him there. "Wait. Just, stay like this a moment." he said breathlessly, wanting to keep this completely full feeling for a bit longer as well as give him a chance to acclimate to him. He took a few deep breaths before loosening his grip and moving back into a comfortable position with a nod. "Alright."
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What could only have been mere seconds later, somewhere in his lustful haze he heard Sherlock give his assent. Swallowing hard, he nodded, and taking a deep breath of his own... he started to pull out. John did not, however, pull all the way out, of course - just enough so that he could thrust slowly back inside again, getting his own feel for this glorious thing. It erupted a loud, unbridled cry to escape his lips as how very good it felt. The pleasurable sensations that rushed through his body were almost too much, and they only heightened as he began working out a rhythm of hips thrusting. Already, he knew he wasn't going to be able to last forever - not when the overly sensitive skin of his arousal was completely enveloped inside Sherlock, buried inside him and being provided intense friction with each plunge.
"God, Sherlock, yes... you feel... amazing," he half-growls breathlessly, holding nothing back, breathing heavily, fingers gripping Sherlock's waist firmly, and face screwed up in tortured bliss. "You're so beautiful." Cliche words, perhaps, but even in the heat of passion, he meant them all. Why hadn't they been doing this from the beginning, again? It seemed like all the pent-up, sexual frustration and tension between them could have been resolved so much sooner had they been engaging in this.
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"You're out of your mind if you think I want to stop." he assured him, sure that he wouldn't know what to do with himself if they stopped now. As it was, he never wanted to stop. It had taken him a moment, but he was more than ready to continue now. He groaned when John pulled back, the slow friction threatening to drive him mad with desire. He echoed John's cry when he pushed forward again, fisting his hands in the sheets as he panted hard against the pillow. He could feel his inner muscles tightening around John at every thrust, as though his body was drawing him in even unconsciously.
He watched John's face intently, feeling warmth radiate from his stomach up to his chest at his words. They weren't cliche to him, certainly, having never heard that he was beautiful before. John complimented him in every other aspect, but he had still never heard direct compliments on his appearance before (he probably never gave anyone much of a chance, but still, he retained the praise wouldn't mean the same coming from anyone but John). He only wished there was some way he could touch John or kiss him from here to show him how much he liked hearing that. He reached a hand back to lace his fingers with one of John's hands on his hips, squeezing it tight when a particularly good thrust had him moaning again and pressing back against him. "Don't stop, don't stop." he chanted, wanting to dispel any notions in John's head that this was anything short of perfect.
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