A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

221B Baker Street part 2

Hey guys! WARNING: TO THE FAINT OF HEART OF JOHNLOCK FANFICS AND NEW TO THE FANDOM, THERE IS SOME SMUT!!
Go easy on me, this is my first time writing it so be gentle on any comments you would have. Here it is, hope you enjoy it!

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Sherlock let John lead him to the bed as he pushed him down and stared at his opened and bare chest, his shirt barely still on by his shoulders. Sherlock propped himself up on his elbows and took John's jumper off, throwing it to the floor.

Sherlock once again wrapped his long, slender arms around his army doctor and pulled him to the bed, mounting him and leaving hot, wet kisses across his neck and naked chest. As John closed his eyes, heavy with lust, he embraced every single kiss and every time Sherlock's lips touched his skin.

Once John has had enough, he pulled Sherlock down to the bed and they switched places, this time John taking off Sherlock's shirt and carelessly tossed it behind him, not breaking the contact between their lips. The more they became aroused, the more clothes they removed from each other until they were down to their pants. The only sounds that emanated from the room were of hot breaths and declarations of love.

"John." Sherlock whispered in the darkness as he casually switched to the top once more before softly removing the last article of clothing from John, kissing every inch of him. Both were out of breath and exhausted from the last couple of weeks, but were filled with love and lust for each other as they never broke eye contact and John removed Sherlock's pants, both finally exposed to either one.

"Sherlock, I..." John started but was shortly interrupted by Sherlock thrusting with all he had, making John yell. As they went on through the night nothing was heard except for the heavy breathing once again and grunts of love making.

After cleaning up a bit, they laid below the blankets, intertwined legs and laced fingers and both fell alseep. The most sleep either of them have had in a long time.

The last thoughts running through John's mind, were those of Sherlock Holmes. His flatmate, friend, and now boyfriend. He was the happiest he had been in a long time.

As the sun rose through the window blinds, streaking its warm rays across the bed, John breathed a new breath of fresh air and the memories of last night came flooding back as he smiled. He reached over to the other side of the bed but to find it empty.

He slipped on another one of Sherlock's robes and closed it tight around his waist with the sash's. He searched around the flat but to find it empty. John merely shrugged his shoulders and went on to make breakfast with morning tea.

Filling the kettle up with hot water, he put it on the stove and turned on the heat as two long arms surrounded him from behind, almost making him jump out of his skin. Sherlock nuzzled his head into the crook of John's neck and gave him a long, soft kiss.

"Morning." Sherlock muffled into John's neck. He smiled.

"Morning to you too." John turned around and looked Sherlock straight in the eye. His eyes. They have never lit up before like that, in all of the time that John has lived there. His eyes reflected onto much like the ocean crashing upon the tides as he closed them and they kissed.

"Where were you off to?" John continued working on breakfast.

"Downstairs with Mrs. Hudson, she's insisted on making us breakfast. She heard our little performance last night."

"Oh good Lord, were we really that loud?" John felt himself blush a bit.

"Yes, but you were fucking fantastic." Sherlock nibbled on his ear lobe then back to the kisses all over his neck, cautiously sucking the skin.

John felt his face get hot in embarrassment, but he couldn't help it. He was too happy for anything to bother him or ruin the day as he continued to be in the embrace of Sherlock and feeling every little thing that he did to his body.

"Here you are boys." Mrs. Hudson turned the corner of their sitting room and into the kitchen, setting the tray down onto the table as Sherlock and John separated to sit down on opposite sides of the table. Mrs. Hudson with a cheeky little smile on her  lips as most of it started to show in her eyes.

"How are you two this morning?" She knew everything. Why wouldn't she? They were loud enough for her to hear. Sherlock cracked under the pressure and smirked across the table at John, who was doing the same as him.

"Fantasic."