[Sherlock watches John for a long moment, hips lips quirking into a slight smile when his hand finds his. He felt that strange sensation in his chest again, a sort of tingling warmth at the knowledge that John would be alright with the rest of the world knowing about them.
He gives a nod of understanding when John explains it. Sherlock really didn't care what anyone thought, but that didn't stop him from wanting to understand exactly what they were before showing anyone else.][He replies, smirking when John chuckles. His expression is decidedly approving when John's protective instinct kicks in.]
I'm sure no one will blame you for that. [He was just fine with ignoring all of her insults, but he certainly wouldn't argue if John finally tried to teach her a lesson. It was comforting to know that John was there for him in every capacity, even though he had always considered himself an independent creature
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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
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[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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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That 'are you daft' look was quickly becoming one of John's favorites, but for different reasons than when he received it out on a case. In the bedroom, it meant he could keep doing whatever lovely thing he was doing to Sherlock. And he really needn't worry about John stopping, anyway. Honestly, he didn't think himself physically able to stop, anyway, not when it felt this good, and he was so close to reaching that incredibly indescribable moment of climaxing. His entire body was on fire with the sensations, and he was quite literally sweating - the sheen lining his forehead, and plastering his hair to his skin there. A "God, you're so tight, it's glorious," escaped his lips when he felt Sherlock tighten around him, and the friction this caused, but he continued on with eager thrusts. It might as well have been the most erotic moment of his life, even though he'd had sex before. This was different. This was him and Sherlock, and this what his subconscious had somehow known they'd been leading up to, since their very first strange
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It was a good deal that John didn't think he could stop, because Sherlock would certainly refuse to let him at this point. He would do whatever he had to to make John continue, whether it was begging or tying him up (the latter actually wasn't that bad of an idea when he thought about it). Still, he was glad John continued of his own accord, because he was spectacular at this. 'Glorious' was right. He couldn't think at all beyond the overwhelming pleasure, and he didn't much want to. He just wanted to feel everything without trying to understand it or ruin it with introspection
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He gives a nod of understanding when John explains it. Sherlock really didn't care what anyone thought, but that didn't stop him from wanting to understand exactly what they were before showing anyone else.][He replies, smirking when John chuckles. His expression is decidedly approving when John's protective instinct kicks in.]
I'm sure no one will blame you for that. [He was just fine with ignoring all of her insults, but he certainly wouldn't argue if John finally tried to teach her a lesson. It was comforting to know that John was there for him in every capacity, even though he had always considered himself an independent creature ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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