Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 20 - The Night

A/N: This is more or less smut, so it's not going to be part of the main storyline, so you can skip this chapter if y'all ain't into that stuff, love you guys.

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John's P.O.V;

My detective remained balanced on top of me on the kitchen floor for quite some time, we planted soft kisses all over one another until Sherlock readjusted his weight. He soon had my hands pinned above my head and had parted his knees so that he was stradling my waist, our lips still moving together. I moved my hips creating friction earning a groan of pleasure from the detective. I could feel my arousal growing, as was Sherlocks. My hands broke free of his grip and I let them roam over Sherlocks body until they rested on his bum feeling Sherlock moan against my lips once more, I dragged myself away from his lips to allow myself to speak. Before I had chance to open my mouth, Sherlock's swolen lips were already trailing open mouth kisses along my jawline as his arms encircled my waist. "Sherlock. Bedroom. Now."

He pulled me onto my feet, arms still wrapped tightly around my waist we meandered through the crampt flat to get to our bedroom. As the door shut behind us I pressed him against it. I could feel his pleasure as his pants grew tighter. My fingers worked away at his shirt buttons until they had eventually all had popped open. Running my hands over his chest caused him to moan which only made my fingertips to roam futher. My hands were stopped by Sherlock who was attempting to tug my jumper off, I giggled as he struggled tugging at the fabric between us. I tore the jumper off, desperate for the closeness only Sherlock could provide.

It wasn't long until Sherlock had shoved me down onto the bed causing the frame to shake. "John" His voice was lustful. "I'm deffinatley in control now." He smirked at me before discarding my trousers and his own, leaving only our pants between us. He climbed back on top of my aching body before I could object his hands were all over me again. Our lips never parted because I never wanted to stop kissing Sherlock, he tasted so good, I could taste his toothpaste and a hint of tea and something so unique it could only be described as Sherlock. He tore his mouth from mine and I instantly missed the contact. He began to nibble and suck on my collar bone his hips continuing to grind on my own. I couldn't muster any words as I felt his bony fingers work at the waistband of my favourite red pants, lifting my hips so that he could slide them off. This was the first time Sherlock had seen me this exposed and as I lay below him I could feel the smile on his lips against my skin. "John, you're mine." He was breathless, "I have you, nobody else does, you are mine."

Suddenly I flipped us so that the unsuspecting Sherlock was below me now. "and you are mine. This time I'm in control." He wriggled out of his pants as I grabbed for the tube of lubrication in the top drawer of the bedside table. I turned back to see Sherlock starfish on the bed, waiting for me to make the first move. "Now, Sher, do you want me to, or do you want to.. well... you know." I gulped, blushing slightly.

"John. I assume we will be doing this again, quite soon." He gestured to our erections. "So please, don't keep me waiting." The air was thick with anticipation, my eyes drinking sherlock in. My eyes ran over his body as my hands just had, his pale skin glistened with sweat and he looked truly beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom. I was soon ontop of Sherlock again, my hand coated in lube I slowly pushed a finger into Sherlock. He gasped. I didn't move, I allowed him time to readjust to the new sensation before I began to push in more and more, I eventually seperated my fingers, ensuring there would be enough room. Slowly moving my hand in and out I was trailing kisses along the mans v-line listening to the sound of this heavy breath leaning into his hand that was tugging on my hair. "John, Please. I beg you. Just... Jawnnnn."  I removed my hand, satisfied I had driven the man wild for long enough. I lined myself up with Sherlock, before finally thrusting into him. He cried out, at which point I'm sure Mrs. Hudson and the whole of London was aware of what we were up to. I rocked my hips, gaining speed and I felt sherlocks body convulse below mine, I had found his prostate. I picked up my pace even more, Sherlock's cries echoed through baker street as he pulled as his fingernails dug into my back. It was soon my turn to shout. I filled Sherlock, Crying out his name as I gripped the bed frame which was currently banging against the wall. As I rode out my orgasm I noticed the man below me crying out in harmony with myself as our stomachs became hot and sweaty with his own liquid.

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We had cleaned up and laid side by side in our bed. Still flushed we lay facing eachother, our noses only centimeters apart. Wrapped in eachothers limbs I couldn't help but sigh contently at the memories we had just created.

"I love you Sherlock Holmes."
"And I love you Dr. Watson." Suddenly Sherlocks wait was on top of me once again his lips brushed against my own softly. "How about we go again? I believe it's your turn now?"

I recieved a final wink from the detective before he bit down on my lip.