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A Bit Worse	By : VulpineBeesKnees Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Yes.”
Sherlock bestowed him with a genuine smile and brushed a hand over John’s forehead, lowering his body to feel, for the first time, nothing but John from head to toe.
Pressing his lips to John's ear, he groaned, low and deep as he thrust his hips against the hardness beneath him. He could get lost in that sinful pleasure, but the thought of so much more was what spurred him to move down the other’s body.
"I'll do my best to distract you, but you'll need to stay relaxed." He whispered against the skin somewhere near John’s hip, warm breath brushing over the pulsing shaft. Slowly, and deliberately, he began teasing John's member with his lips and tongue, only giving enough pressure to feel good but not enough to drive him higher.
When John was positively writhing under his ministrations, a slick finger gently circled the ring of muscles before sliding slowly into the warm, wet heat. Sherlock was gentle but insistent. Once his finger began meeting resistance, Sherlock knew John was tensing at the intrusion, he swallowed him down to the hilt to change where his attention was.
Once effectively distracted, he let his digit slide the rest of the way in, curling and twisting searching for... His eyebrows shot up as his finger grazed the nub he'd been looking for.
John gripped at the bedsheets desperately as a deep guttural moan escaped his lips. His hips thrust upwards a bit, overcome by the sensation but searching for more. He knew of the prostate, he was a doctor, but John had never imagined this. It was exquisite.
It took a few gentle strokes from Sherlock’s nimble fingers for John to relax. He felt lost in waves of pleasure, but Sherlock was there, tenderly walking him through.
Just when John wasn't sure he could take any more the nimble finger disappeared, but he barely had time to voice his displeasure when two fingers slowly entered him. Even John could feel himself tensing at the new intrusion, but soon Sherlock was distracting him again. Hot, heavy breath clung to his skin as Sherlock worked his way up the shaft. Pausing at the top to take only the head in his mouth, sucking softly.
Giving one last suck and twist of his fingers, he pulled away and slid back up John's body to kiss him once more. Then, tugging on his arms, he rolled them over, so that John was now in control of their movements.
Within moments, the lubricant was in Sherlock's hands, he didn't even remember reaching for it, and he was slicking himself generously before pressing more inside of the recently stretched doctor. With a groan he bucked, his cock rutting against John’s thigh when he felt the muscles clamp down on his fingers, begging them to stay inside.
"It will be easier this way." He said through grit teeth, his hands moving to John's hips, "just go at the pace you need. Once you're ready..." He trailed off for a moment as he sat up enough to brush his nose against the other's, stormy eyes gazing up with adoration, "When you're ready, I’ll show you how much you mean to me..."
Johns eyes fell closed as their lips brushed briefly before Sherlock fell back into the bed. His hands held John steady, waiting until he opened his eyes again to offer Sherlock a small, sad smile. He already knew how much he meant to Sherlock, everything that had happened since his return spoke for that, but Sherlock didn’t do emotions. This was him physically showing John what he couldn’t put into words.
John had prepared himself mentally, reminding himself to focus on Sherlock, to relax. He had expected it to be uncomfortable at the very least, but as he slowly bared down he let out a surprised gasp. Even stretched as he was, the sudden burn was overwhelming and glorious. He slowly lowered himself, until he'd taken all of Sherlock's length, and then he stilled until he felt himself relax.
His body shuddered and his eyelids fluttered softly as he began to move again slowly. On the next stroke down Sherlock adjusted slightly, causing his member to press against the sensitive nub inside of John.
John gasped, as he called out Sherlock’s name.
Sherlock bit his lip hard as John slid down his length. A long groan fell from his lips as he gripped tight to the other's hips to keep himself from bucking up into the heat. When the blonde began to move, his entire world shrank to the two of them, and John was all that mattered. If he were truly honest since they'd met John had been one of the two most important things in his life.
The gasp of pleasure gave Sherlock the sign he'd been waiting for. Gripping John's hips, he rolled once more so that the doctor was beneath him and gave an experimental thrust of his hips, loving the way his name tumbled from kiss swollen lips. His good hand hooked under the soldier's right knee, pressing it back, letting a foot dangle over his shoulder, and felt himself slide even deeper. His sharp hip bones pressed against thighs as he felt like he was dividing the man beneath him so he could climb inside and never leave. Buried to the hilt, he leaned forward, capturing John's eyes once more as little teasing circles were made with his pelvis.
"John, I want you to trust me. Close your eyes, let yourself feel every bit of this, focus on me, on everything you’re feeling..." His voice was a throaty rumble, "Don't open your eyes until I say. I want to enhance your memory so that you'll never forget this moment..."
The reminder that this moment was fleeting, that this was the only time they would be together made John hesitate. Placing his good hand low on Sherlocks abdomen, John let his eyes travel up and down, taking in everything that was Sherlock. His gaze slowly traveled back up until their eyes were locked.
His lip twitched minutely, but Sherlock didn't miss it. A silent conversation they couldn't have now.
Letting his hand drop so his fingers were softly dancing along Sherlocks thigh Johns eyes fluttered closed. His breathing slowed as he focused on the feel of Sherlock’s body pressed to his.
When John spoke, eyes still closed softly, his voice was deep. "I'll never forget this. Never."
Sherlock closed his eyes as well, heart wrenching at John's words. Letting his head lean back, he began to move, his hips snapping back before pressing inside. The slow burn was strangely intoxicating as he lost himself in the feeling of rocking into the man beneath him.
And his mind was suddenly full of John. John from every angle, John in the morning, John as he falls asleep, John angry at him, John worried about him.... Sherlock let out a soft cry as his body began to rock faster, angling his hips so that he felt the delicious tightening of every pleasurable thrust he gave. Each time he sheathed himself inside of John he felt like he was giving te doctor one more moment with him, trying to counteract all the bad he'd ever done.
Hanging his head, his hand found John's lacing their fingers as he pushed down into the mattress. He wanted desperately to not to have to leave, but with each thrust, the prickling behind his eyes got worse, until he had to bury his face in John's throat.
Their bodies moved together perfectly as John wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s shoulders. His lips trailed along Sherlocks neckline, whispering softly. His words were sporadic, mingled with breathy moans. "I know... Sherlock.. Relax.. God I know."
One hand trailed from Sherlock’s neck, settling at his hip, guiding Sherlock into him. The other carded through the detectives hair, pulling him gently to the side so John could bury his nose against Sherlock’s collarbone.
With his cock pressed between their sweat slicked bodies John’s breath became short and insistent. In between gasps he latched onto the delicate skin at Sherlock’s neck. Leaving soft red marks that would never have the opportunity to fade.
The words spurred his hips faster, and Sherlock decided he didn't just not want to die, he didn't want to leave this moment. He wanted to stay buried inside of the doctor forever, because in that moment the chaos in his head stopped, replaced by only one word repeated over and over. John.
It was a moment before he realized it wasn't just in his head, he was reciting John's name like a prayer, lips whispering over the doctor’s throat as if he lacked the strength to say them any louder.
"John!" He finally gasped, pushing himself up enough that he could look down at him. He was getting close, and he wanted to pull his soldier over the edge with him, the only place he'd be able to take him. Reaching between them, he wrapped his slender fingers around John's weeping member and began to pump in time with his thrusts.
"It's almost time John..." He said breathlessly, "Eyes closed until I say..." He bit back a groan and blinked against the pools that threatened to spill down his cheeks.
"Now." He breathed, his own eyes flying open to meet John’s. For once he didn't care that John could see the emotions playing across his face or the tears that had finally escaped just to sacrifice themselves against his sharp cheekbones. For the first time he was completely open for John to see everything. His sentiment and his fear.
"Come with me John..." He begged. The words meant so much in that moment, he didn’t want to lose him, after everything they’d been through. He pushed his hips deeper one last time, twisting his hand over the head of the John’s shaft. Sherlock stilled, every muscle in his body coiled tight as a strangled cry was ripped from his lips. His hips thrust shallowly against the others prostate, his hand stuttering over the member, but his eyes never left John's as the orgasm swept over him entirely.
The world swam into focus as Johns eyes flew open, his already shallow breaths caught in his chest at the sight of Sherlock buried deep within him. He barely had a chance to see all the fear and sadness written across his features before Sherlock’s words were coaxing him forward. John legs wrapped tightly around Sherlock’s lower back, holding them together as the detective thrusts became increasingly erratic.
John was seconds behind. His back arched impossibly, instinctively pressing Sherlock deeper as his body shuddered against Johns. With a strangled moan John cried out Sherlock’s name as he came leaving the evidence across his abdomen and Sherlock’s hand, still moving softly with his own waves of pleasure. Johns eyes fluttered dangerously as he came, his vision blurred and, unbeknownst to him, a few tears fell from his eyes.
Slowly, the rest of the world slid back into place. John loosened his grip on Sherlock’s hand, emotions crashing over him. He bit at the inside of his lip to keep it from visibly quivering with the tears threatening to spill out. His eyes still focused on Sherlocks, as if they could stay in this moment in time if only they didn't look away from each other.
Sherlock wanted so desperately to collapse on to the other man and fall into a restful sleep, but time was not on their side. Shifting so that he could touch John's face without pulling out of him, his thumbs gently brushed the tears away.
"No tears John. This isn't time for sadness. You'll have plenty of time for that. For now just, be happy in the fact that we do have this time..." He pressed a kiss to the blonde's forehead, lips trembling from either his post capital bliss or emotion, he wasn't sure which. Finally after a long moment, he rolled to the side, pulling the doctor with him and tucking John's face against his chest, his own chin resting on top of his head.
John was thankful for the reprieve. Burying his face there he attempted to calm himself, he had to. One hand splayed across Sherlock’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. The steady rhythm slowly reassured him and after a few moments John managed to ward off the worst of the emotions so he could speak.
"How much time do we have?" John tried to remember how long they'd spent leaving the hospital, in the cab, but it all felt like a horrible dream, out of focus.
Sherlock took a few moments to do some calculations in his head. "One hour, twenty four minutes. Give or take a few seconds..."
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