All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Fifty Two

(A/N- Sorry it took me so long to update! I hope this chapter makes up for it. By the way, I spent a lot of time looking at different names for sex. You'll understand why soon enough hahaha. ANYWAY. Yes. Please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy it, I'll try update soon. Thanks so much, Lovelies!

-CHxx)

Chapter 52

John's POV

"Joooohn," Sherlock moaned into my hair.

"What?" I mumbled sleepily.

"I have an uncomfortable erection."

"I know. I can feel it against my back."

"Joohn."

"What?"

"Help your husband out, would you?"

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on my bedside drawer that was lit up in the moonlight.
"Sherlock, it's three in the morning!"

"I know and I can't sleep."

"Do it yourself."

Sherlock groaned in his deep voice, and I felt it vibrate against me. "John, please. Please, John."

"You know if you say that backwards it reads the same," I commented, just working that out.

"Hmm, so it does. John! Don't sidetrack me. Baby, please."

"You know I can't refuse you anything when you call me that," I grumbled.

I could almost feel his smirk. "Yes, I know."

I turned around to face him, and the grin was evident on his face. I took him in my hand and began to work my hand over his member. Sighing, I said, "You owe me for this."

Sherlock sighed with pleasure, and I wasn't sure if he heard me or not. He was probably filtering me out, to be honest. He looked me in the eye, and I worked my hand faster around him. Sherlock's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he bit his lip. His breathing came out short and sharp, and it was turning me on as well. After about ten minutes, Sherlock's back arched as he grasped my shoulders. "John," he gasped, before ejaculating into my hand.

"Thank you," he panted, watching as I brought my hand up to my mouth, and licked my hand clean of his sperm. Sherlock growled lustfully and flipped me onto my back and sat on top of me, rocking his hips backwards and forwards, causing a delightful friction. "Sherlock..." I warned.

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled before lowering his bum onto my cock, wincing slightly.

"You okay?" I asked him, and he nodded slowly.

Somehow, I don't even know how I managed to do it, I flipped us so that Sherlock was on his back, and I was above him. I brought my lips down to his and kissed him roughly, rubbing my tongue against his, playing with his cock with one hand as my other hand (the one he didn't come on) caressed his cheek. I moved my lips away and moved them to his neck, gently sucking and biting at his sweet spot as I continued to pound into him.

Sherlock wrapped his legs around my waist and we both groaned as it changed our position and angle. "Sherlock," I gasped as he clutched my hips, digging his nails into my skin, making the whole thing so much more erotic.

His pale body glistened with sweat, and I found him to be unbelievably alluring. The comforters fell off the bed and Sherlock clutched the sheets. His grunts got louder, as did mine.

After a few more hard thrusts, we climaxed at the same time. I gently pull out of Sherlock and kiss his nose gently, moving his growing fringe out of his eyes. I continue to lie above him, supporting myself on my elbows, staring down at him.