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Those Seven Confusing Weeks	By : IDontKnowWhatImDoing Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Forgetting to do my laundry? Really, that's all it took?"
"You looked good wearing just a towel." John felt Sherlock's tongue trail down his neck, giving him chills.
Sherlock had explained to him, on that certain morning months ago, he had been leaning against the wall waiting for John to exit the bathroom. John had come out with just a towel around his waist. Sherlock said he saw it as a good opportunity to do some additional observations on John as that had become his favorite past time. As John was walked back to his room Sherlock looked him over thoroughly. His observations netted two immediate results. One, that John had forgotten to do his laundry and so had only a towel to cover himself instead of his normal robe. And two, he had found himself unexpectedly aroused at the sight of his mostly naked flat mate.
As Sherlock gave the details, they were in bed with Sherlock nuzzled up behind John, planting wet kisses along his neck.
"And why avoid telling me this for so long?"
"What do you think?" Sherlock moved closer against his back.
"More fun to make me work for it?" John ran his fingers along Sherlock's arm which was draped across his bare chest.
"Of course."
John wanted to call him a smart ass.
Sherlock gave him a small bite on the neck. "You know you love it."
He almost started to laugh, but Sherlock was going to have none of that, no giggle fits were going to be permitted. He bit John's neck again a little harder making his intentions clear. John dug his nails into Sherlock's arm and sucked in a breath.
Fine no laughing, but he wasn't ready to drop this line of questioning just yet. Loosening his grip on Sherlock's arm he went back to lightly stroking his soft skin. "Ok, after the towel thing, what happened?"
Sherlock wasn't giving up that easy either. Small, delicate kisses were going up to the nape of his neck. "I re-examined our relationship."
John slid his leg back to press into his partner's thigh. "And your conclusion?"
The hand on his chest started caressing down to the waistband of his pants, causing him to shudder from the sensation.
"That should be obvious." Sherlock started running his tongue from the back of John's neck to his jaw. Fingers teasing his waistline, the tongue licking at his skin and the heat of that stunning body pressed so close had him inflamed head to toe.
John started to speak but got a little distracted. That wet tongue had paused from sliding along his jawline and Sherlock purred, "mmm you taste nice," sending a shiver down his spine.
Finding his voice he tried again. "So just like that you decided you wanted to..um seduce me?"
Sherlock hand's pressed hard into John's stomach and he pushed groin into his arse. John groaned.
Murmuring into his ear again, "Not 'just like that', it took approximately four minutes."
If he hadn't been so aroused he definitely would have called Sherlock a smart ass and of course that thought got him sharper bite.
Again he started to speak and couldn't. Sherlock started grinding his pelvis against him and let out a needy moan. John was having trouble concentrating. He could feel his partner's hard erection under the soft material of his pajama bottoms, thrusting into John's arse. His seemed very intent on getting John to end the questions and focus on more urgent matters. It was close to working.
So he quickly said blurt out. "And then you came up with that cruel game?" It might have come out a little harsh.
Sherlock moved away and pulled John so that his back was flat on the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his legs. Leaning down, his face inches from John's; he placed his hands on John's cheeks. Then he smiled so sincerely it near made John's heart stop. "It wasn't a game."
And John had no more questions.
Sherlock leaned down and kissed him, their lips parted and the kiss became demanding. The faint moans issuing from Sherlock were enough to end all thoughts of talking. When their lips parted Sherlock leaned back up gave him another smile, thanking John for finally shutting the hell up.
Sherlock bit lightly on John's bottom lip then snaked his body down, tongue and teeth savoring his skin. Fingers started sliding under his waistband again. When that mouth reach his nipple it playfully licked and then sharp bite.
"Oh..god" He gripped hard into Sherlock hair, causing him to groan.
Sherlock slid down further continued to run his tongue down to his waistband; John was writhing at the anticipation of those lips and tongue.
Those dexterous fingers hooked into his boxers and slid them off and Sherlock returned to giving him bites to his hip and John gripped harder into his scalp.
Then Sherlock licked down so very close to John's cock that he started pushing his hips up, pleading for that luscious mouth to take him in.
Sherlock paused, tilting his head to look up. He was breathing heavy but was able to pull his lips up just enough to appear fiendish and said "Do you want me to make you regret what you did now or later?"
Looking back John can laugh at how absolutely mischievous his partner can be, but right then all he could do was holler "Oh...Hell... Sherlock...later. Please...later." His nails were fiercely digging into Sherlock's hair.
Sherlock dipped his head back down and ran his tongue across the tip of John's cock.
"Ahhh...god…Sherlock."
His nails scraped into Sherlock's scalp and he groaned from the pain and sudden took John deep into his mouth. John's body contorted from the intense shock of being taken into that amazing mouth so rapidly.
Sherlock sucked hard on his cock then slowly slid him out, teeth grazing his across flesh. He ran his tongue over every part of John's erection. Oh hell, he is going to kill me, Sherlock was going to bring him the breaking point and back. And he did, taking John's cock deep into his mouth, sucking hard until John was about to come, releasing him to lick and nibble, again and again until John felt like he was going to pass out from breathing so fast for so long. Hips canting up each time that month was gone, his whole body craving its return.
But Sherlock continued on and on until John started crying out, "Please...please Sherlock."
When he saw Sherlock slide his hand to his own erection under his pajamas and start stroking himself, John almost wept with relief. His other hand reached around the base of John cock.
He took John deep in again and this time didn't tease. He was started humming around John's cock while stroking himself faster. John release his grip from Sherlock's hair and latched his hands onto the bar of the headboard, his back arched and thrust himself into Sherlock's mouth. His partner let him thrust as deep as he could into his mouth and groaned.
He felt the rush of his orgasm and his body convulsed. "Oh..god..oh..god..."
Sherlock moaned loudly as he came. He felt delirious as his orgasm raged through him having been building for so long.
As it subsided his was body still shaking. Sherlock released his spent member and put his head on John's hip as he jerked himself to climax. And instead of calling out or moaning when he came, he bit sharply into John's hip. A not so subtle reminder that he wasn't about to forget that game with the whip.
"Fuck...oh god…" John writhed at the pain.
Sherlock collapsed his head back onto John's hip. He could feel Sherlock's body still trembling as his orgasm diminished.
John released his aching fingers from his grip on the headboard and ran them through his hair. Sherlock placed some delicate kisses on the sore area of his hip.
And ever so quietly his insatiable love said "Now tell me where you hid it."
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