johnlock (a night they will never forget)*very smutty*

Their First Night

John's POV.

Just another night after an all day case. Sherlock goes over to the couch and plops down on it and sighs deeply. I notice Sherlock's slight annoyance with something or another, as i go over and stand in front of him cruising my arms.

"Tell me. What in the world could the great Sherlock Holmes be sighing about?" I asked sounding slightly sarcastic.

"Nothing, John." He replys to me with his famous, leave me alone, I'm thinking look.

I roll my eyes and turn away,"whatever you say... "

He grabs my arm so that I can't pull away, "wait!" He says. "What are you-" I was cut off by Sherlock getting up and turning me around, placing his lips on mine.

He pulled away, a slight scared look on his face, "John, I'm sorry... I-just...." I cut him off to meet our lips together once more, pushing Sherlock onto the couch behind him.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this day" I told him as I started biting down his neck.

Sherlock's hands were running at my thighs, as I was straddled over him. He started to play with the button and zipper on my pants. I could feel myself getting hard under the gentile touch of the detective. He got my jeans undone, and a squirmed on top of him as he helped me to pull my pants off. I tugged at the buttons of that beautiful purple shirt of his, until I was able to pull it off. I made my way down his chest across his abs, to rub my palm at his bulging crotch, as I started biting his neck, leaving dark marks and earning a low moan from Sherlock.

"John.... I - I need you..." He said, panting in desperation.

I moved back slightly, and grabbed his thighs, "what is it you need?"

Sherlock's POV.

I didn't even know what to say, let alone how to say it, all I could manage was, "you, I need you." John hopped off of my lap and got on his knees.

"What are you-" I was cut off by John's hands tugging at my pants. I squirmed under the touch of the Doctor. Who would have thought I was that sensitive to his touch......

No one's POV:

John finally got Sherlock's pants off, he gasped slightly at the sight of how big Sherlock was. Sherlock just looked down and smirked, "well?" Sherlock was becoming impatient. John ran one finger up the length of Sherlock's cock, Sherlock shivered at his touch. John took only his head in his mouth at first swirling his tounge around it and sucking. Sherlock grabbed a handful of John's hair and pushed down on John's head forcing it all the way down on him almost choking him. Sherlock moaned and bucked his hips in pleasure as the doctor sped up, and sucked harder.

J- John... I'm,  soo... Close " Sherlock panned to John. John stated to show down and moved his head just up to the tip. He licked and sucked hard until he knew Sherlock was ready.

Sherlock yelled, "John!!!" Before releasing into John's mouth.

John took some of the fresh cum, from in his mouth and rubbed it on his own cock, then swallowed the rest. Sherlock looked slightly scared John John asked him, "come here, and get on your knees." The doctor stood up and Sherlock did as he was told. Join positioned him in front of the couch and asked him, "top or bottom?"

"Bottom"

"I think not...."

"Fine..."

"But we're doing this my way"

Sherlock looked at him confused. John motioned for him to sit on his lap. Sherlock didn't reply and went and day on John's lap facing him. "Now, I'm sure you know what's going to happen next." John grabbed Sherlock's face with one hand and his thigh with the other. He kissed Sherlock long and hard before finally lifting Sherlock up and entering him with his hard cock. Sherlock leaned into John's shoulder and cried out in pain. "I'm sorry, Sherlock. Do you want me to stop?" He shook his head and said, "oh, god no, just fuck me John. Fuck me until I can't walk." John smiled at him and kissed him before slowly starting to move inside him. Sherlock screamed out, moaning as John went deep inside of him. Sherlock reached over between them and stated to grab his own cock, when he was stopped by John grabbing his wrist. "No, no. I think that is mine." John pushed Sherlock's hands away and grabbed his cock. He rubbed and played with the head before slowly but with a firm grip, stroking his length. John could feel himself getting close, so he pounded into Sherlock harder and harder, as he stroked him harder. As they both climaxed they held each other tight, still panting.

John pulled out and laid down next to Sherlock, his head resting on Sherlock's chest. "You know... I love you, Sherlock." John admitted sleepily. "I love you too my dear Watson."