Their relationship was still a very new thing. The only one who seemed to know about it so far was Mrs. Hudson, because obviously there was just no keeping anything from her. Well, it was likely Mycroft knew, too, or would find out soon enough. But he wasn't a guest that they preferred to entertain often, for rather obvious reasons. John didn't care who knew, of course - he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of it. But right now, it was new and it was all theirs, and he didn't fancy others coming in to ruin any of it. That first night, it had been the alcohol that had lowered their inhibitions and defenses, ending in them waking up on Sherlock's bed, naked, in a tangle of limbs. Although they were a bit hungover, the important part was that neither of them were truly ashamed. Sure, they were a little embarrassed at first, but even without being under the veil of alcohol... they still wanted it. It hadn't been the alcohol making them do things they didn't want to do, it had just helped them along to finally have the courage to do them. And that morning, with both sober... they had no problems with doing those things again. They'd enjoyed it. John and Sherlock both had never been good at admitting feelings to one another, though it was perfectly clear they cared deeply for one another. John felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, really, now that he didn't have to worry about keeping it all in anymore. And it was just so easy to be with Sherlock in a physical way. It was the first real relationship he'd had with another male, and it was like a relief, something he knew they should have done a long time ago, before Sherlock faked his death and took all that time coming back to him.
But right now, all that mattered was getting home to Sherlock. Yes, John had moved back in to Bakerstreet with him before their relationship had turned physical, and it looked like they wouldn't be needing the upstairs bedroom as much now. After another long afternoon at work, John couldn't have been more ready for another evening with Sherlock. Once he was inside, he smirked in amusement and eagerness at the trail of Sherlock's clothing, leading straight to the bath. By the time John opened the door to the loo, he, too, was naked. There was no shame about it, not anymore, even if he wasn't nearly as fit as he had been in his youth. John's grin was still almost a little boyishly shy, though, but it broadened when he saw just the bits of Sherlock visible among all those bubbles.
"I see you started without me," John accused him lightly, stepping forward to lean down and brush his lips tenderly over Sherlock's forehead, while his hand reached for the bottle of wine. That didn't last long, however, before he moved down further to find those full lips for a longer kiss, tasting the alcohol as he slipped his tongue inside with a pleased hum.
Sherlock drank generously from the wine bottle as he waited for John, sighing blissfully at the way the hot water and the wine served to warm him from the inside out. He was feeling pleasantly lightheaded, smiling to himself as he stretched out in the tub and let the alcohol soak into his system. Drinking always served to make him lazy and compliant, and now was no exception. He knew John loved him like this, which was why he made sure to get a head start on him so he was just tipsy enough for him when he got home.
He had timed it perfectly, letting his head loll to the side when he heard the door open to smile wide at the naked form of his lover who had finally returned home. "John." he said his name adoringly, grinning drunkenly at him as he approached. He hummed softly when John kissed his forehead, letting him take the bottle of wine without complaint so he could catch up.
"I wanted to be tipsy for you when you got in." he explained, leaning up to catch John's lips and return the kiss with a low rumble of pleasure sounding from his throat. He wrapped his arms around John's neck and pliantly parted his lips for him, groaning at feeling of John's tongue sliding hotly alongside his own. "Mmm. Get in here 'fore I drag you in." he murmured against his lips, nipping at John's bottom lip and tugging gently on his shoulders to get his point across.
But right now, all that mattered was getting home to Sherlock. Yes, John had moved back in to Bakerstreet with him before their relationship had turned physical, and it looked like they wouldn't be needing the upstairs bedroom as much now. After another long afternoon at work, John couldn't have been more ready for another evening with Sherlock. Once he was inside, he smirked in amusement and eagerness at the trail of Sherlock's clothing, leading straight to the bath. By the time John opened the door to the loo, he, too, was naked. There was no shame about it, not anymore, even if he wasn't nearly as fit as he had been in his youth. John's grin was still almost a little boyishly shy, though, but it broadened when he saw just the bits of Sherlock visible among all those bubbles.
"I see you started without me," John accused him lightly, stepping forward to lean down and brush his lips tenderly over Sherlock's forehead, while his hand reached for the bottle of wine. That didn't last long, however, before he moved down further to find those full lips for a longer kiss, tasting the alcohol as he slipped his tongue inside with a pleased hum.
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He had timed it perfectly, letting his head loll to the side when he heard the door open to smile wide at the naked form of his lover who had finally returned home. "John." he said his name adoringly, grinning drunkenly at him as he approached. He hummed softly when John kissed his forehead, letting him take the bottle of wine without complaint so he could catch up.
"I wanted to be tipsy for you when you got in." he explained, leaning up to catch John's lips and return the kiss with a low rumble of pleasure sounding from his throat. He wrapped his arms around John's neck and pliantly parted his lips for him, groaning at feeling of John's tongue sliding hotly alongside his own. "Mmm. Get in here 'fore I drag you in." he murmured against his lips, nipping at John's bottom lip and tugging gently on his shoulders to get his point across.
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