Sheriarty

The Last Cigar

Sherlock stared at the sun rising from his bedroom window, bathing Baker Street in light. He listened for John to close the door on his way to work and scurried over to the kitchen still in his Pyjamas and long blue nightgown was hanging of his solder. He took out his cigarette pack from underneath his microscope where John would never dare to look.
Pulling out a cigar with his teeth, he noticed the last one and decided to hide it in his waist band of his Pj's.

"They're bad for you, Mr Holmes."
Sherlock spun round on his heel but spun to fast.
The voices hand Stretched out and clutched Sherlock's shoulders. He let out an irritated sigh at how cheesy this was, with Moriarty holding him from falling to the ground.
Sherlock stood up quickly and brushed himself down even though there was nothing there.
"Umm-thank you." He said plainly and coughed.
When Sherlock looked at Moriarty, he realised he had his cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey give it back that's my last one!" He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Nu-uh baby, this is your last one," Moriarty swung his over coat back and revealed Sherlock's final cigarette tucked in his waist band like Sherlocks was, except his was just above his crotch.
"So I think everything I'm about to say has already crossed your mind..." A sly grin slid into his face.
"W-what on earth are you on about...?" Sherlock stuttered.
Moriarty inhaled the cigar and put out the small flame at the end. Sherlock pouted.
"Do you want you Cigar or not?" Moriarty asked evilly.
Sherlock nodded weakly but slowly.
"Well get it than," Moriarty stepped towards him and as Sherlocks hand reached out to grab the cigarette, Moriarty took a step back, tutting.
"With your mouth dear." Sherlock frowned. He should of guessed he wouldn't get away with it that easily.

Sherlock sighed and knelt down before the keeper of the last cigarette, placing his hands either side of his hips he slowly brought his head up to Moriarty's Trousers and bit down on the cigar, slowly withdrawing it so he was looking up at a very flustered Moriarty.
Sherlock stood up so that they're noses where almost touching and spat the cigarette onto the floor before vigorously kissing Moriarty.

Sherlock groaned when Moriarty's hand glided down his back to his thigh. He parted his mouth slightly inviting him in. Moriarty accepted and pushed his tongue into Sherlocks mouth so they where practically intertwined.

After some more groaning Moriarty was starting to get bored so he pushed him against the wall by the door and pinned Sherlocks arms above his head, whilst pressing his body against him.

Moriarty ran his free hand through Sherlocks curls making him blush and purr with delight.

Sherlock was getting impatient and hooked one of his legs around Moriartys leg to pull him closer. Moriarty could feel his hot erection pressing against his inner thigh and blushed.
What seemed like a minuet was actually an hour but I all went so quickly. Sherlock soon decided to take the lead and pushed Moriarty over to the couch. Of corse, he wasn't happy and pushed Sherlock on the couch before climbing on top of him.
"How come you still have your cloths on?" He asked sitting on Sherlock's crotch so he was gritting his teeth.

The leader pushed his gown of his shoulders so it fell on the floor, than proceeding to rip of his Pyjama top of and kiss his neck.

Sherlock was going dizzy. His head felt light and the blood rushed to his head as if he was being held upside down. And his heart! His heart was beating so loud and fast he tried to slow it down by breathing slow breaths but Moriarty would touch him somewhere and he would have to restart the whole process.
Sherlock closed his eyes as the sweat drenched his forehead, and a pair of cool hands slipped down to his loose pyjama pants. He snapped his eyes back open to find Moriarty pulling at his pants with his mouth just above his crotch and his hands tugging on the waist band.
In Sherlocks haste, he bucked his hips up towards Moriarty as he laughed. He gave Sherlock a dark, sexy look forcing him to bite his lip.
Moriarty, finally after teasing Sherlock, revealed his silky, navy blue boxers which where risen from his erection. He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs until Sherlock was moaning.
"M-Moriart-tyyy!!" He breathed angrily.
"Yes Sexlock?" He smiled at his new nickname he had given Sherlock.
"Please..?" He asked staring at him in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Mr.Holmes but your going to have to be more specific than that."

"Please t-touch me..." He whispered, closing his eyes embarrassed.

Moriarty slipped his hand over Sherlocks erection causing his to yelp in annoyance as he went back to sliding his hands up and down his thighs slowly.

"Baby I want you to talk dirty to me." He said simply but with a low growl in his voice.
"I-I want you to slip your mouth around my cock while I groan and beg for more" Sherlock breathed.

"Like this baby?" He asked as he pulled down his boxers with his teeth revealing his large member.

Moriarty's pink tongue slowly licked the tip of Sherlocks erection. He began to buck his hips wishing Moriarty would go faster. When he was finished enjoying the moment of Sherlock craving for his mouth he engulfed his erection and slipped it slowly up and down.
He felt Sherlocks legs shake and just as they tense he with-drew his mouth leaving a string of saliva from his previous destination to his tongue that he stuck out Sherlock.

"Your so fucking hot Sherlock Holmes."
He whispered in his ear before kissing him.
"You owe me, Moriarty." Sherlock breathed. Before pulling Moriarty up his body and grindin his own erection against his.