Sherlock met john (johnlock fanfic)

Chapter 9: preperation (edited)

I woke up again at 2 in the morning. John was still on the bed. He was so funerable and young looking. I kissed his soft lips and got up. I went to the kitchen and made myself tea. I then grabbed my violin and played a soft melody, which was dedicated to John.

Sherlock's pov :

I awoke to the violin playing. I checked the time and it was 3. I sat up and listened to the song. It was beautiful. I had to get up. I moved my legs and found my slippers on the floor and then pulled on my dressing gown. I went into the kitchen, sherlock was oblivious to the fact that I was there. I poured my self some tea and sat in my chair. Sherlock turned around and smiled at me, then returning back to his music. I watched as he played so professionally on his violin and I couldn't stop staring.

"Want anything John? JOHN!" Sherlock spoke and I jumped out my trance. All I could focus on was his perfect cupids bow lips. His eyes shone so bright they put me in a trance. I then waltzed over to sherlock not even realising I was standing and stopped in front of him.

Sherlock's pov :

John came over and stood before me. I put my violin down and looked at John's beautiful brown eyes. I then looked at his soft, moist lips. I then returned my gaze. John grabbed my collar on my gown and pushed his lips on mine. The passion roared through our bodies and the kiss deepened. I then pulled him over the the table and pushed everything off of the table and pushed John on top. I started to kiss John down the neck slowly.

"I *kiss* love *kiss* you." I slowly spoke and John grew larger as well as I. I felt my trousers tighten around my member. John bit my lip and I groaned loudly and his tongue then entered my mouth. Fighting for dominance, John won and I started to pull of his jumper. He then un hooked all my buttons and pulled of my shirt. I slowly peeled away his jeans. And stroked his hard member, whilst kissing his chest. John's back arched giving me more access to his body. I then slowly pulled his boxers away, the red ones precisely. I brushed my thumb over his member feeling the pre-cum on my thumb. I then pushed it slowly into my mouth and John let out a load moan when I did this. I brushed my tongue along his length and John was gritting his teeth as I sucked harder.

John's pov :

I then gripped sherlock's dark curly hair harder and he moaned on my member.

"Arghh!" I breathed. I then felt it come. Sherlock went faster and I could feel myself coming fast.

"SHERLOCK! OH MY GOD!" I let go and sherlock sucked all the cum that was released down his throat.

Sherlock's pov :

The cum went down. It was warm and salty. I then pushed myself of an licked my lips. John's breath was uncontrollable and I had to make that worse. I grabbed his member again, but kissed him the fire and passion grew larger as we deepened the kiss.

"My turn now sherlock." I felt a tingle of pleasure build up inside and I knew what John was going to do. I was then pulled under John and he pulled my boxers of. I sprang to life and he grabbed me. I moaned as the tingly sensation built inside. John's mouth then wrapped around my member and I had to stop my self from thrusting it down his throat.

"JOHN FUCKING WATSON!" I screamed as my cum shot down John's mouth. He took me out then he licked his lips.

"We'll that. Was. Amazing!" John spoke. I just shuck my head in agreement. John kissed my forehead and we got up and dressed ourselves. I then went and had a shower and cleaned myself. When I was down John did the same and I sat in the living room for half an hour searching through my mind palace.

John's pov :

I finished getting changed and I was ready cause today we were picking out our tuxedos for our wedding. I then finished getting ready. I grabbed my coat and headed towards sherlock. He kissed me and whispered I love you. I then returned my love you and we headed off. Me and sherlock hauled a cab and told him our destination. The driver spoke back with a thick Irish accent. Sherlock froze in his seat as this brought back memories of Moriaty. Sherlocks fists clenched into balls and he grew angry and scared at the same time. The bloke then turned around and both me and sherlock sighed.