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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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Though John was feeling overly romantic he didn't want to subject Sherlock to an endless stream of endearments, it never went as well as he thought it would. And since he was still extremely turned on, Sherlock sucking on one of his fingers making sure of that, John opted for a more interesting way to show his lover how he felt.
After a little resistance trying pull his finger out from between Sherlock's teeth John sat up from snuggling against him.
He tenderly caressed Sherlock's cheek with the back of his fingers and gave him a captivating smile that said, 'You make me so happy'
Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed.
Leaning forward John kissed the soft bow of Sherlock's lip. Sliding his fingers through his dark curls John pulled him closer. Sherlock brought his hands to John's face.
Light caressing of skin, gentle kisses, they remained embraced for the rest of the cab ride. Neither of them caring when the cabbie cleared his throat trying to point out that they were not alone.
As soon as the door to their flat closed John latched on to those lips again. They both started to quietly moan as their kiss became more demanding. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's waist and pressed their bodies together.
When the desire between them became urgent John pulled back. He looked at his partner with hungry eyes, panting between parted lips, his heart racing, fingernails digging into the back of Sherlock's neck.
'I need you'
Sherlock grinned and pulled him upstairs.
Once in the bedroom John pushed Sherlock against the wall and started unbuttoning his shirt. With each undone button John would run his hands across Sherlock's pale flesh, taking deliberate time to undress him. Each button taking longer than the last, exploring all of Sherlock's chest.
When the last button was undone, John guided one of Sherlock's arms out of the shirt. Still running a hand over Sherlock's chest and abdomen, he started kissing his bare shoulder. John continued working his lips down Sherlock's arm, placing small tender bites on his wrist. Then down his hand, staring into Sherlock's eyes as he sucking on each finger.
'I want all of you'
Sherlock leaned his head back to the wall and moaned.
John repeated this, removed Sherlock's shirt from his other shoulder, letting it fall to the floor. Lips and tongue exploring and tasting all the way down Sherlock's hand and fingers.
Still holding Sherlock's fingers to his mouth, sucking on long delicate fingers, John worked his other hand to his partner's waist. He lazily worked on undoing the button of Sherlock's trousers and pulling down the zipper.
When Sherlock attempted to help John guided his hand away.
Kissing his way back up back up Sherlock's arm to his neck, John continued to slowly undo Sherlock's trousers, grazing his hand against Sherlock groin occasionally. Sherlock would faintly moan each time.
When the zipper was finally worked down, John released Sherlock fingers from his mouth and hooked his own under his partner's waistband and worked them down. His fingernails lightly scratching Sherlock's hips, fingers caressing his thighs, all the was down his legs until John was kneeling. He removed Sherlock's shoes then helped him step out of his fallen trousers.
As John gradually stood his hands followed his lover's body up. Breathing heavy Sherlock watched as John lightly caressed up his legs, hips, chest until his was standing again, his hands running up Sherlock's neck to his face.
'I love every inch of you'
Sherlock grabbed the back his head and crushed their lips together, rocking his hips and groin into John. He started to work on removing John's shirt but John broke their embrace and stepped back, causing Sherlock to whimper.
Just as his hands had done, John sweep his eyes over Sherlock's naked body. Head to toe and back up, while Sherlock watched him. When their eyes met again, John was overwhelmed at the sight of his lover.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.'
Sherlock closed his eyes, breathe ragged. "John..."
Taking Sherlock's hands John led him to their bed. Sherlock climbed up and then under his watchful lover's eye John unabashedly removed all his clothes.
As the last of his clothing dropped to the floor John joined Sherlock on the bed. He climbed atop his lover and places wet kisses on Sherlock's neck.
He licked, kisses, nibbles his way down, circling Sherlock's nipple with his tongue, causing his back to arch.
John kissed lower, stopping to trace his tongue across one hip. Continued down Sherlock's hip to his thigh. Then moving himself between Sherlock's legs, he slid one of Sherlock's leg up higher and started licking Sherlock's inner thigh.
Sherlock gasped. "John...oh.. yes.."
Now he worked up, lightly running his tongue higher. As John reached sensitive shin he paused to look up. Sherlock's chest was rising and falling fast, his hands were gripped tightly into the duvet, his neck taut as his head angled back. So incredibly stunning.
A shiver ran through Sherlock when their eyes met.
Working further up between Sherlock's legs, John showed his complete unwavering desire for his lover when he began running his tongue over Sherlock's arse.
Sherlock buckled, one hand shot up to grip the headboard so forcefully it banged into the wall. "Ahhhh...God..."
Easing his tongue across his entrance, Sherlock's body twisted up and down.
Increasing the intensity, John worked his tongue inside.
"Fuck...John..." A hand clawed into his hair, Sherlock's hips were jutting forward. Licking and probing with his tongue, John didn't stop until Sherlock was just about to come. Halting abruptly denying his lover's release he moved his tongue up.
"Please...oh god..don't stop." The fingers in John's hair were trying to pull him back down.
Sherlock groaned and eased his grip when John licked the base of his cock, then worked his tongue up, exploring all of him.
"Ahhhh...Yes...Oh god..."
When he reach the head of Sherlock's cock he paused to look up. Sherlock let out a low growl, his hips twitching. Waiting until Sherlock met his eyes again, John slowly trailed his tongue across the tip of his cock, licking off the precum.
'I love the taste you'
"John...Oh...Fuck..." His eyes went wide with lust.
Then he slowly took Sherlock into his mouth, sucking down to the base, causing delightful sounds from his love.
Pulling back up he swirled his tongue around the head of Sherlock's cock. He placed his hand on the back of Sherlock arse and pushed him up, pushing his cock deep into his mouth. Fingers clawed into his scalp as Sherlock drove his pelvis up and down, keening with each thrust.
John was rutting his own erection against Sherlock's leg as he moaned around his lover's length.
John moved a hand to the base of Sherlock erection, stroking as he sucked up and down. The other hand on Sherlock back moved down and he began rubbing a finger across Sherlock's arse, teasing just slightly, then he pushed his finger in.
"Ahhhhhh..." Sherlock threw his head back, angling his body up while trying to stay in rhythm with John's movements.
When John crooked his finger to hit just the right spot, Sherlock cried out again. He was pulling so hard on the headboard John hear the metal strain. The nails on his scalp digging in harder, the pain of it was electrifying.
It didn't take long to bring Sherlock to the verge of climaxing again. John withdrew his finger and release his cock from his mouth before he could.
"Fuck...John...please...please..." The grip in his hair let go as Sherlock clawed sharply into the blanket, his body convulsed as it was denied.
John rose up and slide atop Sherlock. When their cocks pressed against each other, Sherlock, still writhing, grabbed John's arse with both hands and feverishly ground against him. John hissed at the mild pain from the still sore welts on his arse.
He kissed Sherlock, moaning as their tongues desperately sought each other. Sherlock let go of the headboard and ran his finger's through John's hair. Not digging into skin but crushing their lips together.
John turned them onto their sides, with mouths still locked and Sherlock still grinding against him. Twisting his arm he reached behind and blindly pawed at the nightstand searched for the lube.
He placed the bottle against Sherlock's hands and pulled back from their kiss. After all the teasing at his arse, he knew Sherlock was assuming that John wanted take him. As Sherlock was panting, looking at him with wide eyes, John curled his lips into a seductive grin.
"I want you in me.'
John saw the flicker of excitement on his face, as he enjoyed John's reactions more when Sherlock was inside him.
He took the lube from John's hand and pulled him back for another kiss. Hitching a leg over Sherlock's, he hissed when he felt the cool liquid being spread around his arse. And when a finger pushed in, John buried his mouth into Sherlock's neck, groaning at the intense sensation.
Now John was writhing as Sherlock worked his finger in and out of John arse. When the finger withdrew John rolled Sherlock onto his back again and kneeled above of him. Sherlock stroked his cock, slicking it with the remaining lube on his fingers.
They were both breathing fast, as John guiding Sherlock's erection, lowering himself down.
His lover placed his hands on John hips and slowly eased himself inside John. Staring down at Sherlock, supporting himself with his hands on Sherlock's chest, his face showed all the pleasure he felt when Sherlock thrust up into him.
'You feel perfect inside me.'
"John...oh...god..."
Sherlock thrust into him deeper and John's head fell onto his chest.
Their pace quicken, Sherlock pumping hard, John meeting each thrust. Finger nails gripped his hips and John knew his love wouldn't last much longer.
Pulling himself so he was sitting up, he was enthralled by Sherlock, the feel of him inside John, the sheen of sweat coating his skin, the sensual noises from those lush lips, muscles strained as his hips and pelvis drove upwards.
John begged for Sherlock to touch him, arching back, letting out a pleading whine. A hand left his hip and Sherlock started stroking his cock. John sucked his breathe as his lover's hand worked him.
Leaning back further, supported by Sherlock's legs as they drove against each other faster, he rocked harder trying to get Sherlock deeper inside him. Sherlock started pounding into him faster.
"John..my John...my John..."
John felt his orgasm building quickly with those words. Sherlock jerked him faster and he spoke for the first time as he came, shooting out over Sherlock's hand onto his chest. Crying out, "Sherlock...yes...Sherlock..."
'I'm yours. Always.'
As his muscles tightened around Sherlock's cock, his lover thrust deep once more, his body wrenching as he released inside John. "Oh..God...Oh...God..John..My John."
His body shuddered from the feeling of Sherlock coming inside him and the last sensations of his own climax. Sherlock sat up and wrapped his arms around John's back, holding him tight, his body still shaking, their hips still grinding.
Both of them breathless, John grabbed his lover and kissed him deeply. Then he looked into Sherlock's eyes, saying the last of his unspoken words.
'I love you'
He saw beautiful tears in his eyes. Sherlock dropped his forehead against John chest and held him tighter.
Still catching his breath Sherlock whispered, "And I love you, John."
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