How to win a Doctor’s Heart//sherlockh0rnyholmes
John was relieved at his response and fell back into the beautiful feeling of being with Sherlock. John felt Sherlock’s hot clammy hands against his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. John watched Sherlock’s every move as he undressed him and felt himself shiver a bit. The touch of Sherlock’s hands heading down his front stopping at his waist was magical, but a bit frightening as well.
As he felt Sherlock stop, John noticed the scenery had become a warm red from the sunset outside.
‘This is amazing.’ John thought. The sunset, Sherlock, everything. Everything was just perfect.
The atmosphere the sunset was creating in 221B was extraordinary. It made John feel a mixer of passion, lust, desire and sexual tension. But also another feeling that was unusual to him. The steaming redness of the room made John feel like he wanted to do bad things to Sherlock. Rough things with Sherlock.
John was very confused by this thought, and tried ignoring it. But for some reason the waves of colour made his body furious to hurt against Sherlock’s.
John looked at where Sherlock’s fingers where positioned just hovering above his belt. He then looked up to Sherlock’s eyes and saw as if Sherlock was asking for permission to continue further.
“Do it.” John croaked.
That’s enough, for now. Sherlock felt a pang of guilt, just for a moment as he slid the leather of John’s belt though the loops. Oh God leather belt…I should say something now before it’s too late, before I get him into something he’s not prepared for. Can’t stop now, don’t have that force of will …not now.
Sherlock pulls the belt free and finds himself wrapping it around his hand and wrist, too tightly, might give it away, maybe that’s for the best. Does John remember the handcuffs? Can he work it out himself? Might not have to tell him, oh that’s cowardly really but it’s possible, will have to say if he hasn’t worked it out and soon.
The button pops open under thumb, zip slides down easily, can’t stop, can’t… Sherlock pulls John’s trousers down his thighs, he kneels, removing John’s shoes and socks one by one. Slips off each trouser leg, gently lifting each foot again, then hooks his thumbs into John’s boxers and pulls them down too. Oh god, he’s hard.
Placing a hand on John’s abdomen he gently pushes him back till the backs of his legs touch the sofa. “Sit” he simply says and parts John’s knees, filling the space between. Sherlock wraps the long fingers of one hand hand slowly and carefully around John’s erection and starts to stroke. The sound John makes goes straight to his own hard on making him groan in sympathy.
Sherlock leaned forward, bowing his head, like a prayer, and took John’s cock into his mouth. Not too deep, not too much just yet, keep it slow. He continued to stroke the length with his hand and licked and sucked around the glans. The movements from John, the noises from John made Sherlock want to make him come. He started to move faster a little more pressure, tonguing the slit, his own moans vibrating into John. His other hand on John stomach, feeling the skin goosebump under his fingers.
“Sit”. John obeyed Sherlock and collapsed to the sofa.
Immediately Sherlock was between his legs, his mouth level to John’s hard, aching cock and he began stroking it.
The touch of Sherlock’s perfect long fingers made John moan. His strokes where going at such a slow agonizing pace, John wanted to thrust his hips hard into Sherlock’s mouth and come all over him. But obviously that wouldn’t be fair and tried to resist.
John tilted in head back, closing his eyes and focused on the intense touch of Sherlock’s skin, and breathed deeply letting all his senses go wild. Then John felt something warm and moist.
Sherlock was sucking him. His beautiful round lips where rubbing up and down his length, then to his sensitive slit, and started swirling his tongue around in all the right places making John moan louder. ‘Ohh, fuck.’ John felt Sherlock’s low, heavy groan against his cock and it gave him goosebumps. It made his whole body shiver.
Sherlock started stroking him a little harder and faster. John couldn’t take all the pressure. He quickly put his fingers behind Sherlock’s head and threaded his fingers through Sherlock’s hair. ‘Fuuuu… far out!’ John thought, breathing a lot harder.
“Oh god.. Sherlock!” John shouted. Sherlock’s hands where moving faster now, and with a lot more force. John felt he couldn’t control his body, the plessure was taking over the movements of his body. John threw his head back, groaning from his throat and pulled hard on Sherlock’s hair.
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