Come back to me (Sherlock Holmess/John Watson MD)

Sherlock licked his way back up, letting his fast warm breathing run over John's skin as well, he could notice the little goosebumps it gave his friend. His lips then crashed back onto John's, burying his tongue on the other's mouth.

Sherlock rolled his shoulders back, making his coat fall off quite easily. His own hands then stroked down over John's chest until he reached the end of his jumper. Once there, Sherlock moved his hands back up, taking John's jumper up with them.

"Hmm?" He mumbled as he heard John moan his name, it only aroused him more.

John pulled his hands away from the other's body only when Sherlock pulled his jumper and t-shirt off. He felt his heart beat in his throat, needy, eager, as he threw the garments to the side, not caring one bit where they ended up.

"I need you..." he whimpered before he moved to finish undressing Sherlock's upper body, the detective's shirt ending up on the floor in a few minutes.

"I want you..." he added, pulling him close, rubbing himself against him as he looked for his lips again.

Sherlock easily let John undress him, clothes were only getting in his way and he just needed to feel his skin against John's. He released himself from John's lips once more as he kissed his way back down, over his neck, collar bone and chest. He stopped at John's nipple, nibbing it, flicking his tongue around it and softly biting it. His hand moved to the other one, squeezing it just slightly. As Sherlock felt satisfied he licked it once more before letting his tongue run over the whole surface of John's chest and neck, ending at his lips where he pulled him into a kiss yet again.

As he heard John's words Sherlock was certain he needed and wanted the same. His lips wandered to John's ear, sucking his earlobe. "Then have me." He whispered into it.

John couldn't help throwing his head back when Sherlock started playing with his nipples, shivers were making him shake and he felt he couldn't take it.
He needed more. More. More.

His hand buried into Sherlock's hair, tugging at the soft strands as he moved to kiss him again, the trail he licked up his chest and neck seemed to be burning on his skin.

"Yes," he whispered against his lips before he pushed himself off the wall, turning them around so he could press himself closer to Sherlock and be in control.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered in his ear while his hand moved to cup the other's crotch, palming it roughly.

Sherlock moved away from John, but found himself against the wall in no time. He could feel John's body pressing, and he moved to do the same, grinding his hips against the other's. His hands swung around the other's neck to keep him close.

John's whispers made him shiver. As the he could feel the hand grasping his crotch his head fell back with a moan in the form of John's name.

"I want it." He groaned. "God John I want you to fuck me."

John felt his body shake in need when he took in Sherlock's words, that voice, that sensual murmur, he swallowed it with a kiss, making it even more passionate than it had been till then.

"Yes, good, okay," he muttered, taking advantage of Sherlock's movements to lick along his neck.

"Your bedroom is closer, it's still the same as you left it," he whispered, fingers moving to undo his friend's trousers, pulling away the belt and throwing it to the side uncaringly.

Sherlock returned the kiss with equal passion. His lips burning as John left them. And before Sherlock became aware of anything else they were already moving to his bedroom. Sherlock mirrored John's move and undid the other's belt as well, he also started undoing the button of his trousers.

Once arrived in the bedroom, Sherlock quickly looked around. It indeed still was the same as he left it. It felt home. He then moved his attention back to John, his hands on the man's hips, ready to pull his trousers down.

John stared at Sherlock as he looked at the room, his chest filling with a blissful feeling he had never thought he could feel.
Sherlock was back, he was alive and he was hot and bothered just for him.

He moved his hands to cover Sherlock's on his hips and guided him to slid down his trousers and pants.
Once he felt the cold air hit his nudity, the few strands of control he had left were gone, and all he could do was move closer and kiss him again.

Sherlock kissed John back before he got out of his trousers and boxers as well. He took a good look at John "you're beautiful" he whisper as he let himself fall back on the bed, pulling John on top of him.

The detective's hands almost immediately wrapped around John's neck to pull him closer. He then let one slid down over John's back, squeezing his arse as it passed. Then his tall fingers moved to the front, grasping around John's erection and sofly strokin it.

John blushed very softly when he heard Sherlock's words, to be complimented by someone so gorgeous was flattering to say the least.
He had no idea how experienced Sherlock was, nor what had really brought them to this situation, but he knew that he couldn't stop.
He had to have him.
It was like a fixed point in time, he couldn't avoid it.

He moaned as Sherlock pulled him close, his whole body rubbing against the other man's as his ass was grabbed.
God.
For a moment he could just pant on the detective's shoulder, his head spinning wildly.
"Do you have... anything?" he asked, remembering vaguely that they needed lube at least.

Sherlock kept stroking John for a few moment , just holding the man close and being able to pleasure him felt like the best and only thing to do.

He stopped as John asked him for equipment. He slightly opened his eyes, having trouble to think straight.

"I used to keep it in there." he said, pointing out to the drawer in the table next to his bed. "but it's been long and things might expire." he replied, slightly out of breath as well.

John was hardly coherent when Sherlock spoke, his body telling him to just get on with it, but he knew they had to be careful. John was trying to remember why.
He kissed the detective's lips and straddled his hips, leaning over to the drawer and taking out what was inside, a few condoms and a bottle of lube.

"You are more prepared than I am... I have nothing..." he admitted, he had given up having a girlfriend a long time ago.

He tried to look at the expiration date on the lube's bottle, but it was scratched out, he opened it and sniffed the contents. "This seems alright..." he muttered.

Sherlock kissed John back, needy and filled with lust. He placed himself a bit better on the bed when John reached out for the drawer. He needed this, he wanted this. Now.

"you know I don't like unprepared situations." he replied, watching John check the lube. His hand brushed over John's shaft, down to his sack which he started massaging. He was impatient, as ever.

"John." he whimpered. "please. Do me. Now."

John felt himself shake when Sherlock's long fingers massaged his shaft, and when he moved to the oversensitive skin of his balls, he almost dropped the bottle of lube in his hands.

"Alright, yes," he moaned, twisting the cap off and squeezing some of the liquid on his cock and subsequently on Sherlock's fingers, trusting him to spread it.

"I am sorry, I just..." he moved a bit away, parting Sherlock's legs and settling back in between, he was soon leaning over him. "I need to do this, Sherlock, condom or not," he whimpered against his shoulder, fingers teasing the back of one of Sherlock's thighs.

Sherlock got the message as he felt a cold liquid drip onto his hand. Slowly he spread it out, jerking John a few times just to tease him when he did so. Once finished he opened his legs up more, allowing John to get into a more suitable position.

"Just do it, John, please." He whimpered. His mind couldn't even think about the procedure of safe sex at this moment.

"Show me how much you've missed me."

John felt himself shiver when Sherlock talked, the words making his heart stutter in his chest. God, he wanted this man, he wanted him more than he ever did anyone.
"Yes... yes, I will do just that," he whispered, forgetting about the condoms completely.

He squeezed a bit more of lube on his fingers before he probed Sherlock's entrance.
He inserted one finger in, and then two, quicker than he should, but he needed to be fast if he didn't want to die of anticipation.

"I missed you so bloody much," he whispered, kissing a trail up his chest to Sherlock's neck, soon sucking a bruise on the pale skin.

Sherlock let out a moan as John's finger entered him. It had been a while so this might just be in order even though John was going too fast to make it pay off. Sherlock found himself moving on to John's finger in no time, a sign he was ready for more.

He could just scream in anticipation when John kissed his way up. Little sparks of pleasure went through his body every time John's lips met his pale skin, leaving it red and purple when he was finished.

"John." He whispered. "Now, please."

John nodded, reaching his hand down to guide himself in front of Sherlock's entrance.
He pushed the tip inside, closing his eyes, feeling how warm and soft Sherlock felt around him.

He groaned then, swiftly pushing inside, groaning and panting as he felt his blood rush with lust.
He could easily go mad for this.
It was heaven to be inside Sherlock and he knew in that moment that nothing was ever going to feel the same.

Sherlock's hands gripped onto the bedsheets as John inserted himself. "Godddd." He hissed while he clenched his teeth, trying to bite off some of the burning pain.

"More." He demanded, thinking that if John started moving his pain would soon turn into pleasure. A moment later he could already feel pleasure coming through.

John didn't let Sherlock down, he started moving right away, pulling a bit back and then pushing inside him again, the thrusts quickly becoming regular.

He leaned on the other man's body as much as he could, staring at his neck lustfully, he had admired the pale skin of his friend for long, and now he could kiss it, he could mark it, he knew he could easily lose himself doing it.

"Jesus, Sherlock... you are... you feel... so good," he whimpered, pushing harder inside him, his muscles tensing, he couldn't believe he was doing this.

At first Sherlock still felt pain shooting through his back all the way up to his neck every time John thrusted in, but after a few times he could feel things loosen up and becoming more smooth.

Also John sucking on his neck made him forger about everything else. Moments later his own body was rocking back and forth in the same rhythm of John's thrusts. His arm wrapped around John's neck, stroking and touching it where ever he could.

Goosebumps appeared all over his body when John spoke and pushed in deeper, Sherlock moaned and arched his back slightly. He had this before, but it had never felt this good.

When Sherlock started to push back against his thrusts, even John's pleasure went to a whole new level. He felt himself quickly losing control, hands grabbing the other's hips as his own build up a faster rhythm.

"Sherlock," he whimpered, looking desperately for his lips. "You're mine," he whispered against the warm red skin, he bit on Sherlock's lower lip before he kissed him as if there was no tomorrow.

Sherlock wrapped his legs around John so he could be and stay close. Sherlock moaned and panted along with John's thrust. Every pound in, was brushing along his prostate, leaving a tingly feeling to dance around his lower back area. He loved it, every second of his.

He returned the kiss, licking his way into John's mouth, even tasting him more then he had already had. "Hmmmm." Sherlock groaned back at hearing his name. "You're..so... god.." He wasn't even able to finish a normal sentence at this moment.

Sherlock's own hand slid over his chest down until he reached his own throbbing erection. He start moving his hand at the same pace of John thrusting in him. His hips bucked at the feeling it gave him. He was overwhelmed with pleasure at this very moment.

At one point they were in a perfect rhythm, Sherlock was rolling his hips just right and John was pushing in deep and fast, it felt like the whole world was spinning around them.
John had the distinct feeling he had never felt this before.
It made perfect sense to him that Sherlock could make the world turn around him though.

He moaned louder when he felt himself getting close, he could feel the desperate eagerness that was fueling his orgasm.
"Sherlock," he whimpered, pulling almost all the way out and pushing deep and hard into him, his muscles tensing and relaxing in a crazy rhythm that had no control whatsoever.

He reached his hand to cover Sherlock on his erection, helping him, "Come on, Sherlock," he whimpered, feeling himself getting oh so close.

Sherlock trembled in pleasure every time John came back in, thrusting fast and with a lot of strength. "Oh.. John.. hm." His moans kept coming out, louder each time.

Sherlock felt his back arching as John's hand come to cover his, it was barely touching the mattress any longer. Along with the whimper of his name and the hart thrust hitting his prostate, it was enough to push him over the edge.

With the screams of John's name he felt his orgasm kick in. He squirmed on the bed, grasping one hand on the sheets once more. His head fell back and mouth fell open as one pleasure lightning after another struck him. He could feel himself ejaculate, he could feel pleasure and happiness, and then he collapsed back onto the bed, panting and sweating.