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A Bit Better	By : VulpineBeesKnees Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Come on then Captain, let’s go to bed."
Any part of the internal crisis that had managed to show on his face at hearing those words was quickly swept away with the offer. John had been itching to get Sherlock alone, and he was not about to try and vocalize his moment of doubt.
Smiling suggestively he allowed himself to be led out of the room. Trying not to think about the fact that they were supposed to go horseback riding in the morning he reminded the detective of a certain promise he’d made in the car that morning.
Sherlock felt a shiver pass down his spine at John’s reminder. he conveniently didn’t remind John that he was supposed to be in trouble. “Patience,” he hissed, pulling John against his chest as they stopped at a door, “Patience is a virtue, or so I’m told.” He smiled down at the doctor before turning the knob and opening the door.
“Mycroft’s room is in a different wing of the house entirely, so you can be as loud as you like...” he said stepping up behind John, his arms wrapping loosely around the smaller man’s waist as his lips brushed against his neck, curls tickling the shell of his ear, “No one will hear you screaming my name.” He moaned softly letting John feel the vibrations up and down his throat.
John’s shoulders rolled back on their own accord, pressing his body closer to Sherlock’s behind him. He was convinced Sherlock knew exactly how sinful his voice could be. The slightly deeper tone he employed shot straight to John’s groin, causing him to moan softly as his hands moved to cover the arms wrapped around his own waist.
“So many promises dear,” The endearment fell from his tongue before John had a chance to stop himself. Not wanting to give Sherlock a chance to react, or pull away given what he’d just said about Greg and his brother, John turned in his arms to face him. Raking his hand through the soft curls, John cupped his hand against Sherlock’s neck, pulling his mouth down against his own.
The endearment hadn’t escaped Sherlock’s notice, but rather sent a wary chill down his spine. Then John’s lips were on his and all thought slowed. His focus honed in to John’s lips and what they were doing as his hands easily gripped his hips, pulling them into his own. Oh he’d been waiting on this all day. He took a few steps, pushing the doctor back until they were pressed up against the wall.
A growl started in his chest and ripped it’s way up his throat as he placed desperate almost sloppy open mouthed kisses down the hollow of his throat. His hips canted up into the other man’s eliciting a moan from the brunette as his fingers slid down John’s ribs and hips. Gripping the blonde’s thighs tightly, he hitched them up and around his hips, using the wall to aid him, the movement fitting their hips together so that they lined up perfectly.
Wrapping his legs around the detective, John pulled their hips closer together. Leaning forward he began trailing along Sherlocks exposed neckline. Letting out small gasps of pleasure in between kissing and biting the alabaster flesh, as their hips rolled together perfectly.
John stopped when he reached Sherlock's earlobe. Nipping and sucking at the delicate skin before he began whispering in the detectives ear, his lips just brushing against his skin, "What happened to patience?"
There was a knowing smile on Johns face as he worked back down the detective's neckline, adjusting himself against the wall so that their clothed members rutted together. John moaned at the restricted contact, wrapping his arms tight around Sherlock’s shoulders and burying his face against the others neck. Canting their hips together again as best he could, pressed tightly between Sherlocks thin frame and a wall, John let himself moan against the hot flesh beneath his lips.
Sherlock moaned at John's words and slammed his hips into John's causing the smaller mans lower back to hit the wall. "Because I just can't resist the look on your face when you learn something new about me. You're such a tease John, how am I supposed to have patience when you look so..." He thrust his hips in a long and slow movement , his voice a gravelly purr against the blonde's lips with his next word, "Enticing."
He shifted John up so that his arse settled right on top of Sherlock's clothed erection, making the smaller man taller now. The detective captured his lips in a hungry kiss as he pulled away from the wall, moving John to the bed where he lowered both of them. He was rutting desperately against the blonde as their tongues practically battled for dominance. When the younger finally pulled away his lips were swollen and his face was flushed.
"I'll be right back..." He said breathlessly, "if you aren't naked when I get back, you can forget about my promise." And with that said, he bounded off into the closet.
John let out a frustrated groan as cold air replaced the space where Sherlock had been just moments before, but he heeded the threat. They had tested each other enough for John to be sure that they were both equally hard headed, if he wasn’t stripped naked when the detective returned he might just follow through with it.
He wriggled his way out of the confining garments, never fully leaving the bed as he threw them to the side. A small sigh escaped his lips as he finally tore away his pants, freeing his already stiff member. It bobbed against his stomach, moving slightly with his heavy breaths. Throwing his head back into the mattress John growled impatiently.
“Sherlock...”
Oh what that growl did to the already painful stirrings in his trousers. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and an involuntary shiver ran up his spine. Carefully removing the black plastic bag from his suitcase, he forced himself to walk back into the room as if unaffected by John's needy voice. What he saw almost made him stop.
The man was naked as he'd asked him to be, and spread out like a treat just for him. Oh this would be fun indeed. "Lay on your stomach with the pillows underneath you." He said as he moved to the side of the bed. He set the sack on the ground and rooted around in it a moment before sliding one pale hand up the doctor's thigh, cupping his testicles lightly. His eyes glinted with mischief as he pressed a knuckle against the sensitive spot behind them.
"I hope you are ready." The smirk was implied as his tongue darted out to trace the Cupid's bow of his upper lip.
“God yes.” John groaned, pressing his body into the detectives deft fingers, his lids falling closed over his eyes. When the touch pulled away he had to bite back the whine that threatened to spill from his lips. Breathing heavily, eyes half lidded, he rolled to his stomach.
Anticipation was curling in his gut as he spread his legs slightly, his hands tucked comfortably beneath one cheek. He knew Sherlock had something planned, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered what was in the mysterious bag that had been procured from the closet. His interest was more curiosity than anything, so he waited, squirming slightly to create a bit of friction against his hard member.
"Stop that." The detective delivered a light swat on the doctor's arse to still his squirming before his hands moved feather light over his body, putting him in the position he desired. First, lithe fingers pulled on Jon's hips, setting him up on his knees, legs spread just wider than hip distance. Then, they pushed down between his shoulder blades, keeping his chest pushed to the mattress, leaving him totally open and vulnerable to Sherlock.
"Head back." He purred, and when the doctor compiled a black blindfold was slipped over his eyes and tied behind his head. Then, deft fingers pulled his arms above his head, where a soft but strong material was tied tightly around his wrists, double knotted to ensure he couldn't get out of it.
John’s breath hitched as he tested the bonds on his wrists, they didn’t budge. A jolt of excitement raced through his limbs. This wasn’t what he had been expecting, not at all, but he also hadn’t expected the prospect of being tied up at Sherlock’s mercy to be this arousing. The new position he had been set in did not help his arousal any. His cock twitched in anticipation and frustration as it hung heavy between his spread thighs.
"I've been anticipating this since I found out we were staying here. My bed at home isn't properly set up for this..." Sherlock’s weight moved off the bed and a sharp intake of breath was heard. "Oh John, you should see yourself right now. The only thing keeping me from ravaging you now is the knowledge that my plan once executed will be so much better..." A hand ghosted down John's spine hungrily.
The light touch was intensified by the fact that John couldn’t see where it was coming from. A small shiver followed after the detectives fingers, eliciting a soft sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Pressing the side of his face into the soft duvet beneath him John breathed heavily, trying to calm his lust and listen for Sherlock’s next moves.
Sherlock however was silent as he moved, reaching down to the glass he'd stowed away before John had finished speaking with his mother. The clink of the glass was loud in the quiet of the room, and then Sherlock's fingers were touching John. One hand settled across the tanned cheeks, the other traced a piece of ice from the top of his tailbone slowly up his spine, letting the water that melted pool in the curve of his lower back before tracing it up further between his shoulder blades.
By the time the searing cold had reached the base of his neck John was practically writhing in his bonds. Words were utterly beyond him as his breathing quickened, squirming beneath Sherlock’s ministrations.
Sherlock’s own breath was coming in short pants as he moved the ice cube down his ribs, then up between his thighs, careful not to touch the hot erection. Gradually the ice melted away and only Sherlock's light touches were on John's skin. Suddenly a cold tongue pressed to the back of John's testicles, a smile evident on the detectives face.
A guttural cry ripped from John’s chest as he instinctual pulled away from the deliciously painful sensation, only to press back against the slowly warming muscle immediately after. His fingers twisted in the edge of the duvet, unable to do anything else as he rocked back into the detectives mouth, his entire body already begging for more.
Sherlock hummed in response before pulling away. The ice in the glass tinkled again and this time the younger man drew abstract patterns over each globe of John's rear in turn before drawing it in an agonizingly slow streak down between his bollocks and the sensitive underside of his shaft. The reaction was instant, the doctor bucked into nothing, biting into the covers pressed against his face to keep from outwardly crying out at the sensation.
The shivers the doctor was making had Sherlock so hard in his trousers that he worried his zipper might burst. He wasn't going to allow himself the pleasure of releasing his cock just yet, there was still so many plans he had to set in motion.
Soon a pair of slick fingers probed at John's entrance, the first slipped inside easily, followed by the second which was met with only a little resistance. They moved shallowly, looking for John's prostate. His plan was to have the blonde begging to be fucked before the night was over.
John immediately began pressing back onto the long fingers inside of him. The shallow strokes left him aching for more, but as one carefully timed stroke brushed the sensitive nub the doctor almost collapsed into the bed as he moaned deeply.
“Fuck Sherlock..” he practically whimpered, his words muffled against the mattress.
“Tell me when you’re close John, and know that if you don’t I can make this practically unbearable for you.” He smirked and nipped at the man’s arse before climbing on the bed, getting comfortable and beginning to tease his prostate relentlessly. He started slowly, pushing his fingers in, making sure to caress the little nub with each stroke, then once the doctor began squirming, he scissored his fingers, pressing lightly on it with each finger as he moved.
When Sherlock noticed that the doctor was getting antsy, he set into a fast, hard pace, his fingers curling downwards with shallow thrusts, stimulating the pleasure center inside of John in an almost constant stream. The new pace caused a gasp to escape from his lips, which quickly changed to a stifled moan.
“John, stop biting at those sheets, I want to hear your voice.” He growled. His free hand palmed his own straining hardness lightly, causing a soft moan to escape his lips.
Turning his face away from the mattress slightly John panted heavily in between desperate cries and moans. The tension was quickly curling in his abdomen as his muscles began to tighten around the digits working inside of him.
“Feels so good Sherlock,” his words were barely above a whimper as he rolled back into the pleasure, but remembering the earlier demand he managed to cut out the next words quickly, “Close.. Fuck I’m close.”
The detective pulled his fingers away immediately, his body retreating off the bed entirely.
“Good John.” he cooed softly as he moved around the bed, back to his black bag, “Take a few moments to calm down.” The detective waited a few moments, allowing John to come back from the brink before letting his cool hand travel down the curve of his back. He removed a few things from the bag and set them on the bedside table before stretching his body out beside the blonde’s close enough that he could feel the heat emanating from Sherlock’s body, but not close enough that they were touching.
“You’re gorgeous like this...” Sherlock whispered in the man’s ear. He pressed a slow kiss to the doctor’s panting lips before pulling away once more, “I think this is the most aroused I’ve ever seen you, except for a few weeks ago.” He let the smirk on his face creep into his voice as his hand smoothed through the short hair and down his neck to knead the muscles in his bad shoulder, hoping the position wasn’t causing too much of a strain on the damaged tissue.
“I’ll give you a choice John.” he said, sitting up and leaning over the prone man so that he could feel the taller man’s aching erection against his rear. “We can either stop now, and I will pound you into this mattress as hard as I can, or we can continue with this game, and I will do so after. It’s only a little more, and I know you’ll love it, but I’m torn between hearing you scream in pleasure or just fucking your brains out prematurely. I’ll leave the decision to you.” His voice was raspy with lust as he spoke, his throat clicking softly as he swallowed.
John’s breath shook as he rolled his hips back against Sherlock, his desire curling again at the thought of being fucked senseless by the man pressed against him. He licked his lips, thinking, because as desperately as he wanted to get off a part of him wanted to see what else Sherlock had planned for him.
His body was beginning to relax, as he slipped away from the brink of orgasm. Swallowing thickly he nodded against the mattress.
"I want to keep playing,"
The words were barely above a whisper, but he knew Sherlock could hear him. Just saying the words aloud made him squirm desperately again. Not entirely sure what all he'd agreed to, but all too willing to find out.
“Good choice.” he said simply before retreating again. This time it was three fingers that probed at his entrance with more lube. They worked clinically, only stretching him to make sure he was ready before pulling them out completely.
The subtle noises of Sherlock undressing came, and the bed dipped down beside his face, his hands shifting him so that his head was propped up on his forearm, his face now accessible to the brunette. “Alright John,” he said softly as a warm finger coaxed his mouth open, “No matter what happens, hold this position, and remember what I said. Tell me if you’re getting too close.”
John barely had a chance to mumble his understanding before the warm head of Sherlock’s cock pressed against the doctor’s lips, as something wet and roughly the same size as said member pressed against his hole, threatening to push inside.
The more foreign object made John stiffen for a moment, startled. His mind could have probably been heard by the detective as he realized what was being pressed against his already stretched hole. After a few moments though he relaxed, his mouth opening more as his tongue began exploring the silky head of the member pressed to his lips.
Sherlock smirked and pressed a little more, the head of the blue rubber toy pressing inside of the doctor. A small moan fell from his lips along with whispers of encouragement as his free hand brushed through John’s hair.
“Don’t worry, the differences between this rubber toy and myself are miniscule, its unlikely that you will even feel the difference.” he watched greedily as the blue member in his hands slowly disappeared inside of the warm body beneath him. The hand on the doctor’s head squeezed lightly, willing him to still as he bucked softly into the other’s mouth, not deep enough to even breach his throat, just a gentle sliding of the head over John’s tongue.
“How does it feel being filled from both directions John?” he asked, his voice deep and husky,
“Good I imagine.” He licked his lips and flicked his fingers over a switch on the base of the toy, and it jumped to life, vibrating pleasantly.
Bucking back at the sudden sensation John only groaned around the cock in his mouth in response to the question, hollowing his cheeks and sucking softly. It was overwhelming, he could do little more than ride out the sensation, but there was no denying the fact that the dual sensation was mind numbingly hot. His cock twitched with need as he gasped around Sherlock’s member, desperate moans slipping out in between ragged breaths. John had never felt anything quite like it, so it was no surprise that he was practically out of his mind with lust, riding back on the vibrating toy as best he could given his position.
Sherlock had to force himself to pull away from John’s desperate musings against his sensitive member to keep himself from getting too close. He shifted back so that he was behind John again, and began thrusting with the buzzing toy. The sight alone was enough to make him moan. He’d been very liberal with the lubrication and it was dripping down the insides of his thighs and down his cock as the toy was thrust in and out of the greedy orifice.
“God John...” he breathed, picking up the pace. His plan involved him bringing John to the brink once more before he could take the smaller man himself. The desire to abort the plan was overwhelming, but he suffered through it as he moved to straddle John’s shoulders, facing backwards. He made sure that he wasn’t putting too much pressure on him, making sure he was still alright before he really started drilling into him with the blue toy. His own heavy arousal pressed against John’s lower back, and he found himself rutting against John’s skin, feeling very sinful at the small canting of his hips when John was so obviously denied the same pleasure.
John was whimpering beneath the detective, barely coherent as his arousal began to peak once again. He would most definitely be paying for the choice of position by the morning, but at the moment he couldn’t be damned. Arching his back into the frantic thrusts he tried to voice how close he was, the vibrations thrusting in and out of him completely wrecking any clear thought.
“Sher- Sherlock. Please.” He didn’t want to come, not like this. Well he did, his body was aching for release, but he wanted Sherlock inside him more than ever before. His voice was breathy and shaky, “I’m so close... Please.” The last plea faded into another desperate moan as back arched a bit more, as the vibrations passed over the swollen bundle of nerves making him writhe against his bonds.
Sherlock cut off the vibrations and eased the toy out of John. He heaved a sigh as he moved off of the doctor, rubbing a hand over his shoulders to ease him back from his near orgasm, and work the muscles so they wouldn’t be stiff.
“You’re doing quite well John.” He said softly, leaning down so that his lips were just touching his ear, “But I meant it when said I wanted to hear you screaming my name. Make no mistake... I will keep fucking you until you do.” The detective felt deliciously in control. As much as he liked giving it up to John, sometimes exercising it could be just as arousing.
He was careful to keep his touches light as John came back from the edge one final time. His own arousal was almost painful, but he chided himself. All in due time.
John keened softly as he thrust his hips back as if he might somehow press back into Sherlock to relieve his frustrations. When he was met with only a cool brush of air against his aching member he conceded, his knees finally giving way so he slumped into the bed. Soft tremors ran across his skin as the imminent orgasm dissipated.
“Sherlock,” he whined, curling onto his side, hands reaching what little they could to find hold on the detective “I don’t think I can take much more of this. Please.”
Sherlock hushed the doctor softly and moved to release his hands from his bonds. “John, it’s alright.” he whispered. His deft fingers quickly undid the knot behind the blonde head, and for the first time since they’d started, he looked John in the eyes. He looked sweaty and desperate for release and Sherlock was more than willing to give it to him.
“As tantalizingly beautiful as you were tied up like that,, I promise it won’t be much longer, now come on, sit back up...” His hands pulled John back into the position he’d fallen out of, and sidled up behind him. “Just close your eyes and feel.” He whispered, one hand wrapping under John’s chest and arm, the other lining himself up. “Remember,” he reminded one last time, “Tell me when you’re close John.” His tongue moved over the sensitive skin behind his ear as he slid inside the smaller man easily. John shuddered as he was filled again, he wasn’t sure he could stand it if the detective stopped again, but he nodded softly, murmuring understanding. A long loud moan brushed against the hair on the back of John’s neck as Sherlock bottomed out inside of him.
“Fuck...” he murmured softly. Sherlock was not one to curse unless he was talking dirty to John, and the expletive was positively filthy coming from his mouth now.
“Oh god Sherlock,” John had barely had time to come back from the edge of his orgasm before Sherlock was filling him. His fingers twisted in the duvet, using the hold as leverage to meet SHerlock’s slow thrusts. He continued to moan, words spilling from his lips in between ragged breaths. “Feels so much better.”
The toy that had been used had been similar size to Sherlock, but it was not the same. Feeling Sherlock’s body line up with his own and being wrapped in his body; there was really no substitute for the skin on skin contact. John could feel the stirrings of an orgasm for the third time that night, but it would take a bit more time. The constant denial had him plateaued at a deliciously painful state of arousal.
Sherlock grunted at the words coming from John. Now that they were joined, he could let himself deliver on his promise. His free hand wrapped around John’s torso as well, and once he had that leverage, he could deliver his first deep and hard thrust. The position with John’s back arched, his chest pushed to the bed and his hips displayed so invitingly allowed him to push further than he had before. The first snap of his hips sent pleasure shooting up and down his spine. Beneath him John whimpered softly, muttering pleas for more.
“John” he moaned loudly before setting into a mind numbing pace. Every thrust was quick and hard and deep, and he lowered his forehead to John’s shoulder, bending them both obscenely as he pounded into the doctor. His breath blasted against the smaller man’s skin as the desire twisting in his belly forced him to thrust even faster. Groaning he felt John’s knees slipping and their position quickly changing.
“John.” He panted, “Wrap your feet around my legs, I’d hate to fall...” he shifted his hips and moaned at the new angle it presented.
Quickly complying John tucked his feet around the detectives legs, latching them together completely. The next thrust caused the doctor to gasp sharpy, finally rewarding Sherlock with the desperate scream he’d been waiting to hear.
“Fuck Sherlock!” The cry was loud and breathy, his body quickly tensing. His own cock was throbbing, begging for release as the deep, hard thrusts pushed him to the brink once again.
“I’m almost there Sherlock, god please don’t stop!” He was begging obscenely loud in between desperate moans and grunts of his own.
“Yes!” he cried out, his hand sliding down John’s stomach to grasp his weeping member. “Come for me John!” He began stroking the man in earnest, his lips parting, taking his shoulder in a sharp bite, just this side of too painful as he snapped his hips faster. He grunted and tried to keep himself from releasing too soon.
His hand stuttered over John’s erection as he cried out, loud and stilted as he finally came deep inside the smaller man. The stimulation and teasing of both John and himself too much for the detective.
Feeling the detective pulsing inside of him sent John over the edge. Crying out Sherlock’s name over and over he thrust his cock into the hand still clasped around him, riding out the blinding ecstasy of the orgasm as he spilled onto the duvet, a sharp contrast to the dark blue. As the final waves crashed over his body John shuddered, muscles still fluttering around Sherlock’s member buried deep within him.
John’s body sagged closer to the bed, completely undone, his breath still short and ragged. After a few moments, when John felt halfway coherent, he opened his eyes, turning slightly to look back over at a rather spent Sherlock.
“That.” John started, speaking between heavy breaths, “Was the. Best shag. Ever.”
Sherlock pulled them both to the side, the bed more than big enough for them to stretch out for the moment to avoid the wet spot. He would clean it up later once he’d recovered. Maybe if he didn’t pass out from the pounding in his head.
“Agreed.” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around the doctor and slowly pulling out of him. He pressed a kiss to his shoulder where he’d bitten him as if to apologize and nuzzled into his hairline. Now that his mind wasn’t preoccupied with the plan he’d had, his mind turned back to the expression he’d seen on John’s face at the comment he’d made earlier. His brows knit together and a niggling thought ate away at him. He’d said that to push away the fact that he knew he would never have that. Not because he didn’t want it. Sometimes if he pretended he didn’t want something long enough, he’d actually believe he didn’t. He’d done it with food and sleep before. And this would make things easier wouldn’t it?
“Sleep now John, you’ll need it before tomorrow.” He pressed another soft kiss to the nape of his neck before tightening his arms around him, and settling in. He knew he had no hope of sleeping, and he figured he would wait until John was deep in his REM cycle before attempting to leave his side.
John relaxed into the slender arms easily, his body exhausted from their efforts. Draping his arm over the pale alabaster one, lacing their hands together he closed his eyes. The lovely part of not being the only consulting detective was that after completely mind numbing sex, there were no thoughts that could keep John from sleep.
“Mmm” he hummed softly in response to Sherlock’s insistence. “You need sleep too,” Mind addled with the sleepy haze creeping up on him John continued to ramble as he nuzzled closer to the man behind him, “Just promise you won’t take off in the middle of the night love, I know when you do.” The words had barely left his lips before his breath began to slow down as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Sherlock’s mind screeched to a halt at John’s sleepy words. He’d called him love. John had called him love. His brain was repeating itself, which meant he’d been totally thrown for a loop. He forced himself to calm down, telling himself people used the term love like a pet name all the time. Somehow he didn’t think that was the case here, so his mind did not accept it fully. However, John’s sleepy nuzzling was wearing at his resolve until finally he reached over, grabbing a rag he’d had on hand, he leaned over and cleaned up the mess. He wiped John off gently, and tossed the flannel off the side of bed. With a small sigh, he wrapped his arms around the doctor once more. His mind was in no way calmed on it’s path, but John rarely asked him for things.
“I promise.” he whispered.
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