John
Sherlock was standing above me, leaning down to kiss me heatedly. I stood, and went to pulling off his trousers as we kissed. Soon they were on the floor and all that stood between me and Sherlock Holme's throbbing erection was a pair of boxer briefs. I began palming him through his boxers and he gasped. I walked us up against the wall and went down to his neck, sucking and leaving little hickeys as I rubbed his boner. He was clearly trying to hold back from moaning, but I wasn't having that.
"Let me hear you moan." I said gruffly into his ear. Sherlock's head falling back against the wall, I got what I asked for.
"J-john.." Sherlock stuttered. I was already getting hard again. I'd never seen him like this before. He was trying to keep himself composed but as I slipped my hand under his boxers and around his dick I could see in his eyes that he was losing control. I started pumping up and down on his cock. Fuck, he's big. At least 7 and half inches. I wondered what it'd feel like inside of me. A pang of lust shot through me and I was fully hard yet again. Sherlock's hands were on my chest, just grabbing me, feeling me, as I jerked him off. His hands wandered to my biceps and he was soon feeling up all my muscles.
"You're strong, John. It turns me on." Sherlock whispered. I grit my teeth. I couldn't take it any more. I wanted Sherlock. I wanted all of him. I pulled his boxers off and tossed them away. He looked at me with no expression but lust written into his features. I grabbed him and pulled him from the wall. He smirked.
"Where are we going, John?" Sherlock asked, using his seductive voice. Fuck, his normal voice is always a seductive voice.
"I don't know, Sherlock. Where would you like to fuck me?" I asked, hands on his dick. I couldn't keep myself away from it. I was absentmindedly jacking him off as we spoke.
"The floor. Right here." Sherlock said. I nodded and got down on all fours. He kneeled behind me. I waited for a solid 30 seconds until he finally spoke.
"I.. I don't have any lube. Or.. or condoms." Sherlock said.
"That's ok. Just pull out before you cum." I said. I turned around and brought my mouth to his dick. I started sucking on it. I couldn't take all of him, he was too big, and I suppose I wasn't quite as good at deepthroating as he was. He moaned though so I guess it was good enough.
"Is that lubed up enough?" I asked, pulling my lips off of his dick. He nodded and pushed me down against the floor, face up. He was hovering over me and spread my legs. He slowly pushed himself inside of me, making eye contact the whole way in. I already felt erratic at just seeing his face as he did this to me. He closed his eyes as I adjusted. He was big, alright.
"I didn't know how fucking good this would feel." Sherlock said breathlessly. He rarely cusses and it was a major turn on. I couldn't wait for the friction I knew was coming. He pulled out almost all the way and then pushed roughly back in. I nearly yelled out. He was biting his lip and looking down at my face.
"Just tell me if you need me to stop, John." He whispered. I shook my head. I wanted anything but for him to stop. He pulled away again and then, maintaining full eye contact, thrust himself all the way into me. I winced and groaned in pleasure. Sherlock smirked.
"You're clearly enjoying yourself." He said. I was left too flustered and speechless to try to respond. I just breathed heavily and reach down to stroke my dick. He pushed himself out and in quicker and quicker, until we were both fully accustomed to the fantastic sensation. He adjusted position slightly and thrust in at an angle. My vision went blurry from the tears in my eyes.
"FUCK!" I yelled. Sherlock moaned.
"Right there, Sherlock, pl-pleass.." I was clenching my jaw, my eyes tightly closed. I'd never felt this good before. He hit the same spot again and it sent my mind and body whirring. I was clawing his back in pleasure and pain. I opened my eyes again and watched his face as he steadily thrust his dick into me. My mouth was wide open and I'm sure moans and incoherent strings of words were falling out softly. I couldn't care less. All I could focus on was his face as he got closer and closer. He continued to slam into my G-spot and each time it sent sparks through my body and heat building up in my dick. I was groaning at this point, desperately scraping his back for more and more of him.
"Fuck John-" Sherlock muttered as I watched the pleasure on his face. Our eyes locked and his thrusts got faster and faster. He was moaning as he stared into my eyes. I felt myself losing control. I looked right at him as I came. My mouth fell open and my head fell back against the floor but I kept staring at him.
"Oh god.." I whispered as bliss washed over me.
"Oh, sherlockk-" my ass tightened around his dick and I could feel him pulsing inside of me. His head fell to mine and he yelled out, breathing hard onto my neck.
"John, I'm about to-" Sherlock cut himself off, before quickly pulling out and cumming over my stomach.
He was left panting over me. I was in a sea of relief and everything was white. I was having the best fucking orgasm of my entire life. Sherlock breathed loud and heavy as he rode out his orgasm, his body ghosting right over my own. After a few moments, when he'd regained himself, he stood up and winced.
"John, are there scratches on my back?" Sherlock asked, turning around.
"Fuck. Sorry." I muttered, looking up to see an array of cuts where my fingernails had dig into him. I felt guilty.
"Ah, no, don't be sorry. I quite like them." Sherlock said, gathering his clothes from around the room where we'd thrown them.
I was puzzled as to why he'd like scratches littering his back. They looked painful.
"It reminds of how hard I fucked you." Sherlock said simply, before turning away and slipping all his clothes back on.
"God, Sherlock, are you trying to get me hard again?" I asked with a chuckle. I sat up and started grabbing my clothes, too. I looked over and checked the clock. It was only 5 pm.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" I asked, getting dressed. Sherlock looked around, deep in thought.
"We could go get some dinner, watch crap telly, and have more sex." Sherlock said. I smiled.
"Okay, sure. Sounds good." I replied, feeling completely content. Sherlock wasn't smiling like an idiot, like I was, but he definitely looked pleased. I was glad to have things working out this way. I just hoped I wouldn't accidentally scare him off with becoming too clingy or too commitment-oriented. I know he's very dedicated to work, but I mean, now that I'm a part of his work, and I help him solve crimes, I suppose he's become somewhat dedicated to me as well.
"Hey, Sherlock, I just want to say that I know that you aren't really into relationships. So, if you don't want to jump into big, official, commitments or anything, I understand. We can just fool around if you're uncomfortable with getting too serious." I said. I hoped saying this wouldn't be too weird. I mean, we did just fuck on the floor, so I sprint be surprised if some things were weird now. Sherlock looked at me thoughtfully.
"I appreciate you're saying that." He said slowly. He straightened out his shirt and continued.
"Although I am very inexperienced in this field, I don't think I'd mind an "official commitment". At least, with you." He said. He looked at me and chuckled, for I'm sure my face was rather comical. My eyes were wide with surprise and my mouth in a large grin.
Sherlock smiled and looked down.
"It's not like much would change, anyways. We already live together, you help me with my cases, we go everywhere together. It's not that big of a difference.." Sherlock said, walking towards me. His hands came to my waist and he pulled me close to him.
"Except now I get to have sex with you." Sherlock said with a smirk. I tried to stop from smiling but then looked down and laughed.
"That sounds pretty great." I said. I'm sure I was blushing or looked like a schoolgirl or something, but I just couldn't believe what he was saying. I looked up at him and kissed him. It wasn't as sexy as before, but it felt right. I know Sherlock isn't one to be a huge romantic but it was really just nice to be able to kiss him. I enjoyed the feeling of him altogether, his company, his lips, his... well, his dick. I liked being with him. He was kissing me back. His tongue slipped over my bottom lip. The next thing I knew, the kiss was growing passionate. I didn't care that we'd just fucked on the floor or that I'd already came twice in the last half an hour, I just wanted more of him. His hand trailed down to my ass and I was on my tip toes to reach him. My arms were around his neck and we were getting raunchier by the moment. It must've been a few minutes, at least, before his cell buzzed and he pulled away.
"It seems I am reacting very positively to kissing. I.. enjoy it. Quite a bit." Sherlock said, smiling. He reached down and checked his phone.
"Ugh, it's Mycroft." Sherlock said with a groan. He answered the phone with a cold greeting. They bickered back and forth for about a minute until Sherlock hung up. He looked at me dead in the eyes.
"Apparently he knows we.. um.." Sherlock waved his hands around to substitute for the words he couldn't think of.
"How could he bloody well know that?" I asked, crossing my arms. Sherlock stopped and suddenly started laughing.
"Apparently the other flats in the building called in complaints of loud noises..." Sherlock said, chuckling. I couldn't help but laugh as well.
"He said we were either fighting or participating in coitus and the fact that I answered the phone in my happy voice suggest the latter." Sherlock said, still laughing.
"That was your happy voice?" I asked skeptically.
"When speaking to Mycroft, that's about as happy as I get, yes." Sherlock said, grinning at me.
"So. Quick question?" Sherlock asked, slipping his phone away and brushing off some dirt from his shirt. I nodded. Sherlock looked up at me.
"How was the uh... you know, the sex." Sherlock asked, trying to sound uninterested and to look busy. I smirked.
"Bloody fantastic. Better then anything I could ever have imagined." I said, reflecting on it. Sherlock nodded and a small smile reached his mouth.
"Yes.. that's good to hear."
"You- ehm, you did well too. Very well. I should uh, let you know, that was my.. you know. My first time." Sherlock said. He almost looked bashful. I laughed.
"Yeah right." I said, chuckling and crossing my arms. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
"There's no way that was your first time." I said, matter-of-factly. Sherlock didn't say anything but cleared his throat and looked off into the distance.
"Oh my god... that was your first time?!" I asked in surprise. Sherlock rolled his eyes promptly.
"Yes, I believe I already said that." Sherlock said, quietly. I couldn't believe it.
"But you- you were so.." I stammered. Sherlock looked at me with intrigue.
"I was so what?" He asked. I didn't answer, just shook my head. Sherlock walked towards me.
"No, John, I want to know. I was so what?" Sherlock asked. His eyes were staring sexy daggers into my own. I cleared my throat.
"You were so good. Like- like you were a bloody expert or something.." I said, trailing off with a chuckle at the end. Sherlock smiled.
"Hm. If I'm that good my first time-"
His hands were around me, pulling our bodies close together.
"Just imagine how good I'll get after a little practice." He whispered into my ear. A shiver shot down my spine.
"How can one man be so so god damned sexy?" I asked breathlessly. He started kissing my neck and I could tell that he was leaving marks. His slender body up against my own and his hot mouth against my sensitive neck, I could already feel myself becoming aroused again. Right as I was getting really into it and starting to moan a bit, Sherlock pulled away.
"So, where should we go for dinner?" He asked, walking away and grabbing his coat. I looked at him walking away like nothing had happened and then looked back down to see a bulge beginning in my trousers.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked, gesturing down at my crotch. Sherlock smirked.
"No, of course not. Dinner. Hey, hurry and get your coat or I'll catch a cab without you." Sherlock said with a wink before slipping out of the flat. I grabbed my own coat reluctantly and quickly stormed off after him. I'd get him back for this.
