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If the first time he saw Sherlock Holmes they would've told him that just months away from that moment, he'd be caught in explaining sex to him, John would've laughed.
Truth was that everybody knew Sherlock had an extraordinary mind and the idea he could see and use it at his will always made John curious: what could he think or not think about? Would those images be clear? Could he even see images?
Could he touch them? Be in them?
He'd probably never know.
~•
It all happened one random evening, just after dinner.
Sherlock got up from his chair and started pacing down their apartment without saying a word, clearly deep in thought.
The detective chose to bring out his purple button up that morning, and John's self control almost went outside the window.
He caught himself checking him out more than once, thankfully Sherlock got distracted easily: his gorgeous blue eyes looked lighter above the purple and his curls darker, deeper in tone.
That specific shirt had John move around him all day, for apparently no reason, he just needed to take in as much of it as he could, the idea that it'd disappear in the morning almost physically hurt him.
He wasn't gay, or at least that's what he thought, back in high school he was surrounded by girls, and had many experiences with the female sex, it was just when he entered the army that things started to change.
He noticed how his eyes were lingering on his colonels way too long, how their uniform looked so good surrounded by those muscles.
Muscles so big it looked like their shirt could rip at any moment.
Just at that point he asked himself if he was really that straight.
Then Sherlock came around, God it must've been so illegal to look that good.
His long legs and big hands, his eyes- oh don't let him get started on those gorgeous light blue eyes.
They spoke, and no one could see it but John.
Everything about Sherlock was hot, his beautiful smart ass mouth, his dark hair and so on.
The question had always been the same:
"Did Sherlock know anything about sex? Did he ever try it?"
Shaking his head to get out of those thoughts, he looked at his friend.
"Sherlock? Are you okay?"
The boy stopped, right in front of him, and smiled.
An unnatural smile he'd never seen him do
"Yes, yes of course I'm alright, doesn't it look like I'm alright? I'm alright"
His accent was so thick, and God if Watson couldn't find something else to distract himself on, it wouldn't be the only thick thing to deal with.
"Take a seat, tell me what's wrong"
John was somehow thankful for his friend's frustrated conditions, Sherlock could read him, it would be easy for him to understand he wasn't straight, and therefore that his attraction towards him was just what it looked like, attraction.
"Remember Laura? I asked her why she went to the victim's house on the day that he died, I know she didn't kill him, she had no reason to, but she didn't answer me and just deeply blushed, John, she just blushed and left and I can't understand why she would've gone there in the first place!"
John sat back up a bit, thinking.
"Lestrade said that this Laura has a husband right?"
"From what I recall she should, he works abroad most of the year due to his travels, but comes home once in a while to visit"
John nodded, the story more than clear to him, he just smiled, and Sherlock rolled his eyes
Why was Sherlock Holmes of all people missing the most obvious piece of evidence?
"Oh c'mon, just quit it and tell me what you figured out John"
The older man chuckled, it didn't often happen that Sherlock missed a detail, or forgot a name or face, but whenever it did, he absolutely hated it, and that reaction was hilarious.
"Sherlock I think it's quite understandable what she was doing there"
He said calmly, and those deep light blue eyes looked straight in his soul, it would've been uncomfortable for everyone else, but having the boy around him had been the final goal all day.
Plus, John lived to understand what was going on behind those eyes.
And lately they'd been together a lot, since Sherlock needed him for more cases, so he could perhaps study his friend's thoughts more.
"He wanted to fuck, Sherlock, that's obvious, they had no strings attached because both were taken, but she blushed cause she gave for granted you knew. Her husband is away, and maybe, just maybe, her needs became more... Physical, let's say. They were together merely for that I believe."
Sherlock looked at the wall behind John's eyes, completely lost in his mind, his eyes moved side to side, up and down.
What John assumed was that his flatmate was reading, checking her face, the crime scene.
"That... That's plausible, one of the reasons"
Watson crossed his legs on his chair.
"Did you notice anything reddish around her neck?"
After a moment of recollection the detective nodded.
"That's a detail my mind noted but that I didn't spend too much time on, it wasn't important"
Shaking his head John spoke very few words.
"Sex, Sherlock, that was a hickey, something that you give another person when you have sex."
Sherlock sprung up, he hated to be wrong.
Walking back and forth once again, but slower, he said
"Why do people even have sex? And why do they give... hickeys for God's sake"
How could the older boy not chuckle at that, he had his own opinion on his friend, and Sherlock couldn't be proving him more right.
"Sex feels good Sherlock, it feels like you get to share the most intimate part of you with someone else, and if you really like the person you're with you leave love bites so that others can see them"
"So you're telling me... You mark them? Like they're yours or something?"
The shortest got up, and noticing his height difference, John inhaled sharply.
He always found Sherlock attractive, since that very first day, but lately it had become really hard to ignore it.
Sherlock looked at him, but didn't say anything, John was not even sure he'd know what sexual attraction was after all.
"That's exactly it, easy enough"
His hand reached his silver fox hair, longer than they had ever been, and moved to the kitchen to make tea.
"Fancy a cuppa?"
He said, ignoring the conversation they were having
"How do you... Do said thing? How do you mark people's necks?"
John's eyes widened, did Sherlock Holmes really know nothing about sex at all?
He cleared his throat, his saliva was way too close to betray him
"You.. uh..."
He looked at him and stopped for a second
"Why do you even want to know Sherlock? How does it matter?"
Their eyes locked for a second, but John quickly moved on with his task, getting two teacups from the highest cupboard, struggling, but managing.
"I never thought of sex as something that could help me with my cases, it just looked like human behaviour, dull"
He was speechless.
"Sherlock, sex is one of the few good things humans have, how come you've never... Have you ever thought about someone? On you, kissing you, just, anything sexual?"
He shook his head, calm, just like John wasn't dying inside
"No not really no, it just takes up space in my brain and it's not useful"
After a couple of minutes of silence, almost comfortable silence, their tea was ready.
"What do you think about during sex?"
The way he almost died choking is insane.
"Bloody hell Sherlock! That's... Too personal to ask to someone, it's private"
The youngest just shrugged it off
"I see you're uncomfortable, why though? we're just talking"
"Because sex is private, Sherlock, there's sites if you wanna learn more about it"
He shook his head for the millionth time
"I wanna know what people think about while... Physically engaging, not see"
Once his tea was finished, and he was sure he wouldn't die, he spoke again.
"Dunno, I guess just how good it feels, how the person you're with is so hot, whatever you'd do to them or you'd let them to do you I suppose"
He knew he could survive that conversation for another five minutes max, his cock felt too close to getting hard thinking about how innocent Sherlock really was.
"Do you let them do or do you do?"
It was an easy question, but somehow way too complicated to answer
"It depends Sherlock, God can we please change topic?"
Thank God he actually did.
They talked about a couple of past cases for a while, but as soon as they were both done with their tea Sherlock got up and grabbed his coat
"Where are you going now?"
While speeding down the stairs he just said "private investigation", before going out and closing the door of 221B.
~•
It was so hard not to think about Sherlock, so goddamn hard that even after he fell asleep that night, all he could think about were those collarbones, his defined cheekbones, his thighs...
Then, suddenly, he was everywhere, all over his chest and mouth and God it felt so good to see him naked, completely hard and aroused just for him, it took John three seconds to fall to his knees and take all of it in his mouth.
He wanted it so bad, he was so turned on by his body, soon enough Sherlock's big hands grabbed his hair.
After a good couple of rough hip movements he woke up damp with sweat, and noticed his painful hard on through his sleep pajamas.
"Fuck..."
The last time John had a dirty dream must've been years ago, but he knew Sherlock would've caused it again sooner or later by looking so... Sherlock like.
The way he needed him so much was insane, his body arched up just at the thought.
Light snores could be heard, he knew Sherlock was asleep.
John closed his eyes again, his hand slowly touching his stomach, Sherlock would tease him a bit, knowing him, so that's what he was doing
It wasn't often that he had the chance to hook up, his job and Sherlock's were way too time consuming to allow any other relationship.
"O-oh my god"
He slowly whispered cupping his erection above the fabric.
"S-such a dirty boy, God you made me so hard"
He stripped down completely, he himself wasn't bad looking at all, everywhere they went he felt people sending him those looks, but his eyes were for Sherlock only.
Throwing his clothes wherever, he opted for spitting on his palm
"Oh my... Oh shit Sherlock god yes baby like that"
John moaned low, his hand was moving slowly, oh so slowly.
He pictured his detective doing that to him, moving his hand nice and slow, not sure how to, it'd feel so good, John was so sure it'd feel good
He was touching himself like he would've done in high school, completely gone for someone else, needing their touch.
Fucking Holmes, god what a mess you craated
He found a nice rhythm and after a while he found his hand going quite fast, up his shaft and then back down.
"Oh yes baby yes God... My detective"
His moans weren't too high, but definitely not as manly as people thought, he really liked his moans, and so did his past lovers, they were hot, needy, just loud enough.
He felt a familiar feeling build up inside his body, a feeling so good, so sweet... But suddenly his hand came to a stop.
He had an idea, an awful, stupid, hot idea.
He bit his lip, grabbing the base of his member not to come untouched, moaning a little.
"I hate you Sherlock Holmes"
He said out loud getting up, opening his door and entering their living room: all the lights were off, it smelled like lemon tea and the same snores were still in the air.
He walked slowly, touching Sherlock's chair, his personal chair, and sitting on it
As soon as his body hit the object he moaned, covering his mouth with a hand to shut himself up.
A small wave of his scent hit him right on the nose... Shit it smelled so much like him, like his Sherlock.
His hand slowly reached down for his erection once again, it was red and swollen, so ready to release.
John could smell sex from a mile away, and that's what he of all people smelled like on Sherlock's chair
His movements started once again, his lust for that man was driving him crazy, his hand moved fast, it was greedy, the hottest he felt in a while.
Or more than a while.
John closed his gorgeous blue eyes and threw his head back, he noticed that Sherlock wasn't really snoring anymore, but he had his door closed all the time, so there was no way he could be hearing.
"Oh my God... Oh my God yes yes"
The idea that Sherlock was not practical with sexual activities drove him crazy, he imagined himself and Sher together, there on the curly boy's bed.
The lessons he could give him about pleasure were so many that his mind spiraled through them, how to make himself feel good, how to make others feel good...
He was close, so painfully close that it took him one simple nipple pinch to get over the edge and coming all over his hand, and whatever little amount of blond hair he didn't shave right under his stomach.
He enjoyed that orgasm like crazy, his head went completely blank and his breath was fast, just like his heartbeat.
For a second John thought of sleeping there, with Sherlock's smell, it almost felt like a cuddle, but the idea of those light blue eyes not only knowing but seeing what he'd just done was enough to send him up to his feet, and back inside his room.
Needless to say, he slept like a baby.
~•
John was always the first one to wake up in the morning, Sherlock loved to sleep, and so the mornings were John's free time, free of deads and experiments and those beautiful eyes on him.
You woke up ten minutes ago John get a hold on yourself.
Except, when John sat down on his chair he blushed at the memory of what happened on the one in front of him just the night before
God I'll get hard again if I don't stop.
It was Sherlock's head popping out of the kitchen that fully woke him up, distracting him from those thoughts, and scaring the fuck out of him
"Goddamn it Sherlock!-" he said, grabbing his heart just in time before he passed out.
Okay that was a bit dramatic, but still.
"- what're you doing awake? It's just eight in the morning"
Sherlock looked absolutely breathtaking, his beard the tiniest bit visible, his vest hugging his body so nicely, John looked away, thirsty.
"Oh c'mon John, what does that mean? Can I not wake up early for once?"
John laughed a bit at that question looking at him with a "I know better than that" face.
"Where do you have to go?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, sitting on his chair, his chair, and grabbed his violin.
"I gotta meet Lestrade in an hour, we'll be out till around lunch time, he decided I need, quote, "fresh air and new cases", end of quote"
Some free time.
Their apartment all for himself.
Alone.
Oh that would've been a fantastic day!
"Well, that's good isn't it?"
Sherlock's face spoke by itself, no, it wasn't good at all, but the empty apartment was too inviting to look sad because of it.
"It definitely isn't, but I'm sure it'll help, you know, new cases and such"
He didn't technically lie, but he still felt that look on his face for a split second too much, that look that he did whenever people lied.
They had a fast breakfast, and while John enjoyed his bread he looked at the figure that was exiting the detective's room
"Shit"
It escaped, thank God Sherlock was busy, or it would've been embarrassing beyond repair.
Another button up shirt, the same cut as his purple one, this one was blue, deep, night, lovely blue.
It was just like-
His eyes.
John's eyes.
He coughed a bit, shaking off that trance he fell in, looking at that gorgeous body.
He saw curly hair turn around from the corner of his eye and understood that Sherlock was looking at him
"Problem?"
Problem...
After all, yes, a big thick problem.
"O-oh no no not at all I-uh- just... Bread crumbs."
Now he really saw it, that look.
Sherlock could read John better than anyone else, it was easy, his eyes, his face, it spoke for him.
Almost everyday.
And if people understood John on a regular basis, what Sherlock could deduce was dangerous.
He got back to getting ready, and thankfully was out of the house in no time.
It was gonna be an amazing few hours.
~•
He got up with the intention of making himself work for it, he knew what his body wanted, what it needed.
Sherlock.
John had always been the type of guy that loved edging, letting his mind free while touching himself and stopping as soon as he got too close. Many times he got caught in orgasms so fucking strong he moaned out loud dangerously high, no matter who he had around.
As soon as he got in the kitchen he grabbed a sponge and started to clean the sink.
Just a couple minutes in he started getting too overfocused on its tip, his mind way too overstimulated to not think about it.
Oh God he needed to feel that white smooth skin everywhere on his, needed to know what it was like to kiss him, to dry hump him like a teenager, to ride him even, at some point.
Then he had an idea, his ideas regarding Sherlock were never good ideas.
But he wasn't in the mood to question it.
John threw the sponge away, taking a big breath to calm down.
He stopped by his room to grab his lube and reached Sherlock's with fast steps, throwing the small bottle right on his bed.
The scent hit him as soon as the door opened and as he got in it became stronger: it smelled like honey shampoo, like his posh cologne, like him.
Taking in the view of Sherlock's room he noticed that there was a book on his bedside table, a closed book.
John frowned, he swore he never saw Sherlock read that during their entire friendship.
What was he reading?
He got curious, so he just popped on the bed and, after grabbing it, he found himself opening that said book.
It took him a second to understand, blushing.
It wasn't a book.
It was a notebook, a diary, however you could call it.
He closed it shut, feeling awful for what he was thinking about.
Well, Sherlock broke into his laptop a couple of times, and he also broke into his room a couple of times, but... That felt different.
Sherlock's mind had always been something unreachable and with that... It felt like he could see with his eyes for some time.
He carefully opened it again, almost holding his breath as he bit his lip.
Going through it for a couple of minutes he sighted deeply in disappointment, just some chemistry stuff, a couple of old cases important details and element addictions.
He was about to close it, but a little blue paper fell from it.
Picking it up, he turned it around.
"And I could see you being my addiction"
It read.
John blinked twice, his brain not really functioning.
You? Who's you?
The boy knew what addiction meant in Sherlock's vocabulary, that sentence had a big power.
He put it back in place, and soon after took out his phone, curiosity winning over his need.
Opening Google he simply typed in that same sentence, chuckling lightly at what he discovered.
Taylor Swift.
That same sentence was part of a song by the one and only Taylor Swift.
Everyone knew John liked her.
Apparently Sherlock knew that too?
His Spotify app opened, and he went to check on the lyrics.
Oh my god Sherlock... what? He thought.
"You brush past me in the hallway and you don't think I can see you, do you? I've been watching you for ages and I spend my time, trying not to feel it."
John closed his eyes, he literally moaned out loud seeing those words on his screen, what did that mean? All that staring, all those cases in which he involved John for no reason... Could that be? Was he over-reading into it?
"But what would you do, if I went to touch you now? What would you do, if they never found us out? What would you do, if we never made a sound?"
He sat back on Sherlock's bed, his nose sinking in his pillow.
It smelled like him, like his sweet shampoo, like his scent, like him.
His hand reached down on his semi erection, and his eyes looked for more lyrics.
"And I could see you up against the wall with me, what would you do? Baby if you only knew... That I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you, make me want you even more"
"Fuck"
He threw his head back imagining it, Sherlock holding him up against the wall, their erections rubbing against each other, his mouth on John's neck, marking him.
Mine. God you're mine Sherlock. Mine. My boy.
He would've said in his ear, with a low moan.
"And I could see you being my addiction
You can see me as a secret mission"
That was it.
He threw his phone at the end of the bed and opened his legs slightly, biting his lip.
His hand dipped under his bottoms, taking them down halfway down his thighs
He was hard, so painfully hard.
Holding himself up from the base he groaned at the sight, red, thick, slightly curved upwards, and with the littlest amount of pre-come just near the tip.
"God I hate you"
He said once again, smelling him all over the room and wrapping his hand around him himself.
"Shit- God Sher"
The idea that Sherlock wrote down those words carefully, in a nice little paper, in his handwriting... For what he knew, John could even get them tattooed.
His hand started moving, his mouth opened in a silent moan.
Then, it all became not so silent.
His hand got to be faster, touching exactly where he liked and with the right pressure.
He was a moaning mess, his hair sticking to his forehead, beautiful blue eyes rolling at the back of his head.
A mixture of "oh fuck" "yes baby yes" "God feels so good Sherlock" and "please don't stop" surrounding the room.
He bit his lip to the point of almost making it bleed, he knew Sherlock would ask why it was bruised, but that didn't matter.
Sliding his bottoms off completely he took two fingers inside his mouth, licking them two like his life depended on it.
He slurped, and deep throated them, imagining his big erection inside his mouth.
He knew it was big, sometimes it was hard to look away from his figure... All of it.
And while his mind was so deep in thought, thinking about Sherlock's body, one of his fingers reached his hole.
It'd been so long since he'd fingered himself, he'd never been one for bottoming, but for him... He would've given Sherlock the Moon if he could.
His hand left his erection, and grabbed the sheets instead.
It looked like he started a lifetime ago, but he'd been at it for just over twenty minutes.
Then he heard one small, little movement.
His eyes sprung open, and what he saw almost killed him.
Sherlock was leaning right at the edge of the door, serious, just looking at him, he didn't look surprised, he almost didn't look like Sherlock at all.
If people could die of embarrassment, John Hamish Watson would have died right there.
"What- oh my God! I-I’m sorry I..."
He grabbed a pillow and covered himself at best, the idea of being caught should've made him soft, but he was almost harder than before..
John closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow once again, he wanted to die.
"I can see you being my addiction"
Sherlock sang quietly, getting inside the room, closing the door behind his back.
John looked up at him, blushing as he sang low.
"You can see me as a secret mission"
Sherlock grinned, satisfied with the answer
"I knew I'd find you in my room, you made it very clear how obsessed you are with my scent.
And here... Don't you feel it? Don't you smell it everywhere, John?"
He was dying, dying because he was so horny he'd come untouched if Sherlock didn't stop, and also because... What was he doing?
"Sherlock..."
He smiled, taking his shoes off just like nothing was going on.
"I wasn't sure whether or not you were going to check my notebook, you pleasantly surprised me, Watson"
He sat up, Sherlock's pillow creating such a soft friction on his cock.
He tried to keep it in, but managed with a low sight out
"I-I uh it..."
Sherlock started unbuttoning his deep blue shirt, and once it was completely open, he rolled the sleeves up.
His white skin looked so good near that colour, he was so fit... What was actually going on?
"Fuck... Stop it please I-God"
"You're close, I know you're close, I see it in your eyes.
Bet I could help you finish just with my voice"
He said grinning, the situation was so surreal, and looking at him again John bit his lip once more, with more force.
Sherlock walked closer to him and caressed his cheek, freeing his lower lip
John groaned at the touch, even though Holmes took his hand away fast as a bolt.
"Would you want that uh? For me to make you orgasm just with my voice? Or you'd want me to touch you, maybe?"
Sherlock's voice was so different, so low, hot, and in control.
"W-what's going on..."
John said, closing his eyes, giving up on his sitting position, and laying down again on his pillow, breathing in.
"Here, Watson"
Sherlock said without answering his question, throwing him the purple shirt he wore yesterday.
"Doesn't that feel better on that beautiful body of yours? The way you sounded so angelic yesterday night surprised me."
John blushed, head to toe.
"You're blushing, John. Did you enjoy it that much?"
John looked down at his purple shirt, and he took it inside his hands, looking up at his flatmate.
"Y-you...heard?..."
Sherlock chuckled, still at the end of the bed.
"I really didn't imagine that Laura's case could be explained with sex, and I might have skipped on a couple foreplay acts, but that doesn't mean I know nothing about sex, John"
He said to him.
John closed his eyes, trying to calm his body down, still too close to coming.
"I came back yesterday night, you were already asleep so I just went to bed.
I got woken up by lovely little moans. Just loud enough for me to hear."
His face was so red, his erection was leaking.
"Did you moan for me on purpose, John? Did you want to wake me up making those sweet sounds, saying my name?"
John forgot he actually said his name, and he let out a little moan at that sentence
"I-I just... I-didn't plan you hearing me"
"But I planned this, John, so if you excuse me, I'll answer to all your questions later, let me see that beautiful body"
Sherlock Holmes called his body beautiful twice, and John Watson was so needy his mouth went dry.
Sherlock slowly walked to his side of the bed, eating him with his eyes, and taking the pillow inside his big hand to put it away.
John whimpered, he'd never been treated like that, it all felt so surreal.
"God it's beautiful John, touch it"
"Wh-what do you mean touch it"
"I mean touch it, just like you'd touch me"
Sherlock got up and unbuttoned his elegant suit trousers
"Touch yourself while you look, I know you want to, you've been dying to lately"
John licked his palm once again, the movement useless, as he was very much slick from pre-come.
He was looking straight at Sherlock, who was unzipping his trousers, to then let them slide off his thighs
John's hand reached his erection, and he started moving it quite fast already, he was so close.
"You called me baby yesterday, I believe you did it again earlier, I quite liked that, do you say it to be nice, or just because you feel like saying it?"
"O-oh..."
He moaned low, grabbing some fabric, noticing just then it was his button up.
"C-cause I like it"
Sherlock proceeded to take off his open shirt, leaving his slight abs showing
John moaned louder, his fist moved faster
"Don't lie to me, Doctor Watson"
John grabbed more of the purple fabric, tacking it right on top of his nose, his moans became even higher.
God it smelled so much like Sherlock, so much, his scent was all over it.
"Oh my God oh shit"
He said closing his eyes, rocking his hips faster fucking his hand, feeling his back arch slightly, and his thighs contract.
"You've always looked so authoritary, I heard girls call you "daddy" all around us, whenever we left the apartment but this... You clearly want me to be doing this to you, am I wrong?"
He was so close, his hand moved faster, for how possible.
He moaned his name, his toes started curling.
"God look at you, you're whimpering John, come for me"
Oh and he did, he came so hard that even Mrs. Hudson must've heard it, his back arched beautifully, and his load reached his chin.
He kept his purple shirt jealously close.
His eyes were closed, as he was catching his breath after the strongest orgasm of his life.
"You're beautiful, John"
He blushed, Sherlock didn't know what he needed after an orgasm, but yet he knew.
Opening his eyes, he signaled Sherlock to sit down.
He looked wonderful.
"What... Is happening?"
Sherlock shook his head smiling, just like when John is missing that small little obvious detail that's almost proving his theory.
"I saw you, these past couple of weeks, John, always near, always looking so on edge, you'd blush, walk past me just like I wasn't there.
And yesterday... I knew it would've turned you on if I played dumb, so I did.
And those moans... God I still hear them.
I know you like Taylor and... Well, I imagine you liked that song?"
He was shocked, after ages Sherlock still managed to shock him.
"So you knew... You knew all along didn't you?"
The detective grinned, happy that this time he didn't miss any evidence.
"Looks like it"
"But- "I've been watching you for ages and I spend my time, trying not to feel it"... Isn't it what the song says, Sherlock?"
It was Sherlock's turn to be taken back from it, rosey cheeks showing.
John grinned a little bit, feeling back on track.
"Were you looking at me Sherlock? Did you like how I was looking at you? Eating you out with my eyes?"
Sherlock coughed slightly, and looked up at his body once again.
"I tried... I tried to keep it professional, but I knew that it would be useless, this was bound to happen, wasn't it? Oh and what about that specific shirt, by the way?"
John didn't answer, he just sat up on the bed, kissing Sherlock's lips hard.
He put both hands inside his curly hair, gripping on them and kissing him eagerly, he was there, real, there and real.
Sherlock didn't expect it, but he kissed him back fast enough, his tongue dominating the kiss in no time, to which John moaned slightly.
Sherlock's lips were soft, sweet just like he imagined.
They made out like high schoolers do, fast and hard and touching whatever they could reach.
Sherlock's hand was on John's thigh, one of John's hand was still in his hair, the other resting on his boxers.
"You're even bigger than what I thought"
John said with a low moan.
"Do you like it?"
The curly boy answered.
"I'll be damned if I ever say no"
Said the oldest in between kisses, before kissing his neck, licking again and again on that sweet spot on Sherlock's jawline, marking him as his, and his only
"You're mine, Holmes, you're mine"
He said, with a growl in his voice.
Sherlock nodded, looking at him, looking at how he sunk to his knees, God he was so hot
"God... John you're- so hot, Jesus this is new-"
He said throwing his head back, letting out a feeble moan feeling John's hand down there.
"-You wa-wanted me... God just take me"
Said the detective.
The look in his Doctor's eyes was hungry, the hottest he'd ever seen.
And so John did, he threw Sherlock's boxers around the room right after taking them off.
His hands reached both of his thighs feeling how strong they were as he kissed his stomach.
"You drove me crazy... God you teased me on purpose, didn't you? In front of everyone at work?"
Sherlock tugged on the sheets, his body trembling as John grabbed his big erection in his hand.
"Y-you made it too easy"
John licked his tip the slightest bit before taking away his mouth.
"Careful on what you say."
He said, his voice low, authoritative, which is why Sherlock bit his lip and groaned.
"I k-knew you liked that sh-shirt and my smell s-so yesterday i-it was time to act the plan"
Goddamn it.
"You're a fucking slut, Sherlock Holmes"
He said before surrounding his erection with that dirty mouth of his.
"O-oh John..."
John got to work, giving Sherlock his best blow job yet, using his tongue and throat, making noises and looking up at him with thirsty eyes.
Sherlock's moans were so sweet, everything about him was so hot.
They were lower than John's, but just as needy.
The oldest really took his time with him, licking his erection at best, struggling in taking it all down his throat, considering the length, but making obscene sounds from his many tries.
And his boy loved it... His pretty body was contracted in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth open, busy in making those lovely noises.
John stretched his right arm, touching his nipples, and giving him two fingers, right in front of his mouth.
Sherlock moaned and obeyed just like the good boy he is, surrounding them with his mouth.
He licked his erection all over, and eventually, after a couple of minutes he pulled off with a "pop", to lick on his testicles.
"John John John fuck go easy I don't wanna... Not yet"
Sherlock said as soon as his Doctor reclaimed his fingers, lowering them and massaging his hole to wet it good.
"I was so sure you'd fuck me, I was so sure I would've let you fuck me against the wall, Sherlock-"
Sherlock moaned, and John licked at his testicles again, one at a time, slow and steady, and then lower, right on his hole
"-but you will another time. I need to feel how tight you are."
The poor boy beneath him was squirming, he so needed some sort of friction... His mouth or fingers... Anything.
Finally he felt another long lick, from the base right to the tip
"Now, tell me what experiences you've had in the past Sher, if you do-"
He said, looking up at him, letting his middle finger inside the boy completely, both of them moaning slightly
"-I promise you'll be happy that you listened"
Sherlock was a moaning mess, his attitude washed away by sweet moans, every lick that John was giving him made him more and more light headed, and when his finger... God he opened his legs faster than humanly possible, he needed it.
John started moving his finger slowly, and Sherlock bit his lip, taking his time to get used to the feeling, even though he already loved it.
"I- God... I was in high school... I-it happened at the b-birhday party my p-parents threw me... God I h-hated that party but..."
He stopped to catch his breath, his moans music for the older's ears.
"A g-girl and her boy best friend th-rew- oh God yes...-"
The room smelled like sex, like Sherlock and sex.
"-They t-threw themselves at me. I-didn't stop them, She told me what to do and- God I... We've done it all night"
John stilled his finger for a second, Sherlock's moans quieted down, and as he looked down he saw his flatmate really struggling
John had his hand pressed at the base of his cock, hard once again, already way too close for his liking
"I've been wanting you for ages Sherlock... The only idea of you in a threesome is enough to drive me crazy"
The younger boy nodded, but moved his hips slightly.
"Y-you have me now... Please-"
John smiled, slightly amused.
"Do you want more mh? Another finger and my mouth maybe? Dirty boy"
Sherlock shook his head.
"Gonna come if you do... Just- your fingers feel so good"
And so he let another finger slide inside the boy, that let out a louder moan, throwing his head back.
"Oh John... You... God yes-"
He barely could talk, already so ruined.
"I-I listened"
John smiled, agreeing with the boy.
"You're right baby, you did"
John kept on calling him names, he couldn't survive it.
In one fast second he felt his toes curl, his back arched and he let out such a girlish sound, so high.
"W-what's that- oh shit what's... Fuck please again I- please John!"
The older boy smiled at the eagerness of the detective and did it again
Sherlock couldn't stop squirming.
"That's your prostate Sherlock, and you're gonna react like this-"
He touched it again, the angle just right, to make him cry out in pleasure
"-every time you touch it"
Sherlock was the most beautiful sight John had ever seen, his hair everywhere, light blue eyes hiding under his heavy lids, his lips were bitten, red.
John got up from his knees, still with his fingers inside the boy, and added a third one.
Without moving them, knowing how much discomfort they can create, he started kissing his chest, licking and biting his nipples
Sherlock frowned at the intrusion of a third finger, but kept on breathing, allowing his body to relax.
"Good boy"
Said John.
His mind became a puddle of thoughts, nothing made sense.
He stopped thinking.
It didn't even look possible.
John's kisses trailed up his body, on his neck, on his cheek, on his forehead.
He moaned.
John kissed him again, a kiss way too sweet considering the situation they were in, but it was full of apprehension, of all his feelings.
It was indeed a John move.
It started off as just perks on the mouth, slow tongue movements just for them to know, then as the kiss deepened more, it became heated, Sherlock's hips started moving.
It was John who broke the silence
"Ride my fingers baby, ride them like you'd ride me"
Holy God, what a sight that was...
"Fuck- J-John"
Sherlock's hips thrusted back and forth, his mouth was hanging open, beautiful moans escaping it, a mixture of random thoughts disconnected one from the other
"God I'm so hard Sher... I'm so hard for you baby"
The boy cried out in pleasure, it was so hard to resist it.
John resisted another couple of minutes, but Sherlock was so hot, and he was too close.
"I need you- God I need you now Sherlock, get on me"
He said, sitting on the bed and waiting for Sherlock to sit on his lap, which he did, he sit on his strong thighs.
"T-those jeans... Those jeans you wore two days ago"
Sherlock said in between moans, feeling John's lips on his neck and collarbones.
"Were they f-for me?"
John chuckled, licking his earlobe.
"Why, uh? Cause you liked them, Sherlock?"
He threw his head back moaning slightly, completely lost on those feelings he never felt before.
"I bet you did... You tried to ignore it, did you? But this... It'll always come back to you, Sherlock Holmes"
He took the abandoned lube from the bed and stroke himself a couple times.
God it felt good.
The tip of his erection started teasing his entrance as soon as he was done with the lube, the way it clenched showed that thankfully he was ready enough.
"I'll always come b-back Home to you... Shit- can I baby?"
Home.
He waited for a nodd, and once it came, he slightly pushed the tip in, stopping immediately.
Even if Sherlock wasn't a virgin, he still hadn't done anything like that in decades, and he'd never wanna hurt him, he's such a precious being.
"Oh my God you're so tight baby shit- feel so good"
John said kissing his cheek, caressing his hair
He noticed how his eyes scrunched up with discomfort at the intrusion, and he wanted to make it enjoyable, so he whispered a few words in his ear
"Good boy, good boy yes relax, just like that"
He felt his muscles relax a bit, and continued praising him.
"You're so gorgeous... God it should be illegal for someone to be this beautiful Sherlock"
He said honestly, kissing his nose and cheeks and mouth and everywhere, still absolutely still
Sherlock blushed.
Sherlock Holmes of all people.
"Beautiful boy... God I wanna keep you forever"
It all was clearly taking a toll on his mental capacities cause those... Those were some important statements.
But he didn't care, he believed them.
Sherlock looked at him, beautiful blue eyes, they looked vulnerable, happy almost.
John smiled and kissed him, and while they kissed Sherlock lowered himself onto his big erection a bit more.
It took a few moments to take it all, John was quite big after all.
"Oh my God"
Sherlock spoke, throwing his head back when he sat on his lap completely
It felt so good, so fucking good.
John was kissing Sherlock's neck when he felt him completely around him.
He was so tight, squeezing him the perfect amount.
He bit on his neck, letting passion take over as he moaned loud.
And Sherlock moaned too, feeling the bite.
"Shit baby you're doing so good, breathe slow okay? The burn will leave soon... God you feel so good Sher"
He had his head on John's shoulder, his eyes closed, mouth kissing at his skin, nibbling at it, sucking it
"Shit... Making me feel so good baby God you're so hot"
After a few more minutes of teasing, Sherlock started doing circular motions on top of John, and they both understood what Heaven felt like.
Their hands and arms and kisses were everywhere in the room, their hair were dump and their need obvious.
Sherlock was throbbing between them.
"S-say it... John say it please"
He said, barely able to speak focused on moving his hips on Watson, full on moaning
John looked at him with a questioning frown, caressing his arm
"Wha-at?"
He blushed, biting his lip
"You ca-called me some-something yesterday n-night... Something yours"
It was then that he understood, grinned, and talked right in Sherlock's ear.
"You're my detective. You're mine, Sherlock Holmes, mine."
The youngest moaned at that, throwing his head back, and he closed his eyes trying to gather his thoughts.
His hips slowly started moving more, up and down, steady, making them both moan out loud in pleasure.
"So good- fuck Sherlock you're s-so tight mh... Yes- like that"
He was a writhing mess, so lost feeling his Doctor inside himself.
"Jo-ohn... Feels so good oh God"
He kept that pace for another couple of minutes, before moving faster, up and down.
He arched his back, showing off to John his chest
"Let me help you baby"
He grabbed the detective's thighs from underneath them, keeping them up as he fucked into him, not too fast, afraid to hurt him
"Oh yes God... John please f-faster! Oh yes yes yes there! Please god I beg you do-don't stop!"
John moved faster, deeper.
The bed was making obscene noises, but they didn't care.
"G-God that good mouth of yo-yours... So fucking hot moaning just for me, r-right Sherlock? Bet you could make me c-come just by talking"
"Y-you wouldn't mind"
John rested his head on the bed frame, moving into the boy fast and steady.
"God you're so fucking hot baby, so hot for me"
"You... Uh yes there! Fuck- you're so deep...Oh God why didn't we do it sooner"
He moaned high for the boy beneath him, and chuckled lightly.
"We a-are now... God I wanna fuck you ag-against the wall"
John whispered in his ear
"P-please... God you're ob-sessed with walls u-uh?"
Sherlock moaned, and John nodded vehemently, he could see how wrecked he truly was, a moaning mess, long gone.
Just for his John.
His John that moaned his name and got up with ease, their bodies still entwined, and that eased his back on the wall slowly, without hurting him
"Fuck fuck fuck it's deeper like this fuck please John..."
He was holding him up with no difficulties, their height difference not even a problem
"I f-forgot how strong s-soldiers a-ah!-are"
John chuckled, pushing faster, but his smile disappeared when he felt Sherlock close up around him, he was close, so close John could sense it.
"Shit- come for me Sher... You're so hot like this, feel so tight"
He moaned, throwing his head back, Sherlock grabbed onto his back a few times, probably scratching it, and somehow the burn felt so good.
Then Sherlock came so hard he saw stars, he bit on John's shoulder not to moan too loud, but they just knew that everyone around them will talk about it.
"Jo-ohn God! Oh God yes!"
He moaned so loud for him, and John fucked him till his orgasm washed out.
"G-Good boy fuck-so tight around me"
After a couple of panting moments Sherlock let his legs down, still holding onto his John, not to fall.
After just a minute he slowly sank to his knees, looking up at John, that was looking at him, letting out a slight moan.
"You're so goddamn sexy"
He said caressing Sherlock's cheek
"Y-you don't have to i-if you don't- oh my God Sherlock..."
John threw his head back, that pretty mouth was really something... He was licking him up so good, taking in as much as he could.
John's hand flew inside the boy's hair, making him groan slightly.
"Shit shit shit gonna make me come Sherlock gonna make me come shit-"
He signaled, waiting for him to pull off, but when he saw that he didn't want to, well, that was it.
He closed his eyes shut, moaning loud, abs contracting.
And as he came inside Sherlock's mouth, the boy swallowed.
Not one bit escaped.
His vision went black for a couple of minutes, it was Sherlock who got back on his feet, kissed his forehead and took him to the bed.
They laid down in silence, catching their breath.
Sherlock spoke up first
"Well... I see you... Uhm- enjoyed my surprise?"
John smiled, keeping him close
"I did... I very much did"
They looked at each other, with the purest look ever, and then kissed.
A slow kiss, with no lust and no overthinking, just them two.
"So I take it you like when I tell you that you're my detective?"
Sherlock blushed, still not used to all of it, but so happy it was happening
"You could say that..."
He said, trying to look away
"Na-ah baby, I've wanted you all to myself for so long, I wanna see how much you like it too now"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and a smile escaped his lips
"God how much I like you"
John said while deep thinking, blushing right after noticing he said it out loud and looking away.
"Na-ah Watson, I've wanted to hear it for so long, I wanna see how much you like it now"
John laughed
"You little fucker"
He said, making Sherlock chuckle.
John smiled, touching his cheek.
"You're so beautiful Sherlock"
And to that the boy smiled, almost looking shy, and hid his face in John's neck.
After another five minutes of just them there, no cases, no one, just cuddling, they chose to rest, take the rest of the day off
"Who's gonna talk with Mrs. Hudson first? I mean... she's definitely gonna go crazy over this, I can't even imagine what kinda questions she might ask"
Sherlock said with a little laugh
The oldest cuddled him closer, chuckling as well, and kissing his forehead
he whispered to not worry about it, and that it would be okay and he'd take care of it.
John always did.
They fell asleep right after that sweet moment, with those three words escaping both their mouths just before letting everything get blank.
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And when John and Sherlock woke up and looked at each other's skins it was obvious who they belonged to.
Hickeys, Sherlock thought, aren't so stupid after all.
The End.