A/N
I've never written smut before so I'm not sure how good I'll be at this. I've read plenty so let's hope that helps.
~John's POV~
"I'm so glad we finally solved it! I'm just concerned about this Moriarty guy. It seems he had that cabbie pretty scared," I said as Sherlock and I walked through the door in to our flat.
"Yes he did. I'm not too worried. He is obviously out to kill me," Sherlock responded.
"In that case, you should be worried. He seems to be pretty powerful," I voiced, concern filling my words.
"It's not like he's out to kill you. In that case, I would be worried. For him," Sherlock whispered the last two words, with a new look in his eyes. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist loosely, so he could lean back and look at my face while he spoke.
"What would you do then? If he was after me? Hm?" I asked, kissing his nose and smiling.
"I would kill him indefinitely. No more Moriarty."
"Oh I bet," I joked, kissing Sherlock. He deepened the kiss and ran his tongue along my lower lip, asking permission to enter. I complied. We stood there in each other's embrace kissing and pulling on each other's hair, causing moans to escape from our throats.
Sherlock broke the kiss. "I think we need to celebrate the cracking of this case," he said.
Sherlock grabbed my hand and we ran to the bedroom.
As soon as we got in the room, Sherlock pushed me on to the bed and crawled on top of me.
He straddled me and unbuttoned his shirt. I sat up and continued to kiss him. As soon as his shirt was off, I started to kiss and lick his chest. He took my shirt off and pushed me back.
My hands couldn't hold enough of Sherlock's chocolate curls. He kissed down my neck until he reached my chest, stopping to suck on one of my nipples and pinch the other. He bit the one he was sucking on, making a moan escape my lips. He moved to the other one and sucked and bit it like the first. Another moan ripped from my vocal chords.
Sherlock continued to move down my chest and stomach until he reached my pants. He looked up to me with lust in his eyes and smiled a seductive smile. He undid my pants and pulled them, with my boxers, off and threw them on the floor, to reveal my growing erection.
He began to stroke my shaft and then took me completely into his mouth, causing me to buck my hips upwards. Sherlock started to move up and down, making me drip with pre-cum. I let out a moan, fueling Sherlock. He stopped and I craved him again. He got up and removed the rest of his clothes. I was still reeling from that blow job and almost ready to explode.
He went to the bedside table and pulled lube and a condom out of the drawer while I continued to stroke myself.
"Do you want to top?" He asked, out of breath.
"Sure," I responded, even more out of breath.
Sherlock layed down and put the condom over his member. I got on my hands and knees and turned around. I felt his lubed up fingers enter me. Once he was done stretching me out, he pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass. I turned back towards him and lowered myself on to Sherlock's throbbing member, causing a pleasure filled moan to rip out of his lungs. I winced at the pain but enjoyed the pleasure. I began to move up and down on him, fast at first, then slowing down once I felt my climax coming. Sherlock began to moan uncontrollably and so did I. He grabbed my erection and moved his hand in rhythm with my hips while I continued to grind on his member.
I could feel the pleasure building inside me. My release arrived and I came over Sherlock's chest and a few seconds after, he came inside me. I collapsed on to his chest and he kissed my head.
"I love you so much, John," Sherlock said, breathing heavily.
"I love you too," I said.
A/N
Well. That was interesting. I didn't expect it to be so long. (That's what she said. Teehee) I'm so sorry that was so fucking bad. I deserve to be put in the corner... hopefully I get better at this whole smut thing.
