Very quick thing, no story and smut, eh, excuse me, this is my first smut, DO NOT KILL ME
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"I am bored." Not a single case in a week. Sherlock was going to explode if he wasn't distracted by anything soon. His cigarettes were hidden and he couldn't find them and he couldn't buy any because John or Mrs Hudson, whatever, had paid everyone not to sell cigarettes to Sherlock. Bastards.
"You are always bored", John stated and Sherlock fell into the sofa after he stepped over the table. Restless, he tapped his fingers on the table. A endless tapping sound were created.
"God Sherlock, just stop it! I can commit a murder if you want." John's voice was annoyed and he was walking around in the flat.
"No no no no, that would be so obvious", Sherlock said glared at the ceiling. A black little dot. Spider? Bug? Dirt? He didn't care.
"Maybe you are bored because you don't do certain things", John tried to say and sat down in his chair and leaned back.
"Certain things? And what is that?" Sherlock snorted and looked at John before he sat up and walked over the table, again, to get to the kitchen. He needed a cup of tea.
"Yeah.. You know.. You are a man.. You must have some.. Impulses." John's hesitating words made Sherlock's tea making slow down.
"Oh, you mean that I am bored because I don't have sex?" The straight forward answer chocked John and he blinked a few times. He heard the childish Sherlock say sex?
"Yeah.. That is kinda what I meant.. Yeah." John stood up to leave the awkward atmosphere by leaving the room and go god knows where.
"You have sex and you are bored right now." Sherlock approached him with a raised eyebrow. The low voice turned John on. He was right. Damn, he was always right.
Sherlock pinned John against the wall and John could feel his pulse race. The taller mans face approached his but stopped right in front of his lips.
"I don't really know how to do this", Sherlock said with a low and embarrassed voice. His warm breath touched John's skin and made him shiver.
"Yeah, I can tell." Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed and his lips opened slightly.
"What? How can you tell?"
"You are not the only person who can deduce things"
John turned them around and pinned the taller man to the wall before he leaned in and pecked him gently on the lips. He smiled and showed his teeth before John smashed their lips together. Sherlock's unused lips moved slowly and the shorter male took commando over the kiss. Carefully he asked for entrance and they started to share saliva. They explored each other's mouths. John could feel how Sherlocks unused hands tried to touch him. They visited his shoulders, his back, but stayed at his butt, slowly massaging. The more experienced man started to kiss along his jaw and neck before he started to suck at his sweet spot. Sherlock whimpered and tilted his head. He needed more.
"Your chair", John gasped and they moved. Sherlock flopped into the chair and John started to undo his belt. The black haired man panted and his eyes were glossy. He was definitely not bored right now. His pants was ripped off and his length finally free. When John's hand gripped him he couldn't do anything else than gasp. It felt so good being touched. John began to stroke him slowly and the man started uncontrollably to move his hips to get more friction.
"Please", he begged and the only thing John did was to smile wide. Then he took his head in the mouth. A slender hand was placed in his hair and when started to move his head, the grip in his hair became harder. This was a new feeling for the man in the chair. He had never experienced something like this before. The pleasure was huge and he could feel how he approached the edge. Why hadn't he done this before?
"John, I think I'm going to come and after that, I can't have an orgasm for thirty minutes so please stop, I need more." Sherlock's eyes were pleading. The smile on the sucking man's face grew bigger as he left the length behind.
"You are going to get more." John smiled and started to undo his own belt. Soon, both his sweater and pants were gone. Now he needed to get rid of Sherlock's shirt. It was easy. The dark haired man turned around and his pale butt faced John. But it wasn't facing John, because he wasn't in the room anymore. When he came back with a tube of lube he saw Sherlock huddled in his chair with his ass in the air. His pink virgin hole begged to be penetrated.
John's lubecovered finger slipped into Sherlock. He was tight and he could feel that he never had done anything like this before. Whimpers escaped through his lips and a loud gasp when John decided that another finger should be added.
"You okay?", John asked and the other man answered by pushing his ass back, getting more of the fingers. With a used hand, John lubed his veiny length. It was time.
"Fuck me." Sherlock's needy voice cut thorough the silence and he could feel how two warm hands were placed on his his. Slowly, John penetrated him with his cock and the bottom's hands clasped the chair. It hurt, but he loved it. Sherlock looked back at the man and placed a hand at his cock. It was throbbing and sore and it needed attention. The sensation he felt when John started to move was amazing. He did not understand why he hadn't done this before.
The very slow pace started to accelerate. Sherlock's loud moans almost made the thrusting man to reach his climax, but he needed see the bored man come first. The bottom was pumping his own length like it was a "life-death" situation.
"I'm gonna..." Sherlock couldn't finish that sentence. His whole body exploded and semen pumped out. Never ever in his life had be experienced such an orgasm. In fact, he had never experienced an orgasm. The shaking body sank into the semensoggy chair and the thrusting man came with a moan and expanded the mess with his load of semen placed on the shaking body.
"You bored now, Sherlock?"
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Okay this sucked I am sorry eh
