Jealous? {John, Sherlock, Irene}

John pulled away just slowly once they were half lying on the sofa, his breathing ragged, his hand moving down Sherlock's body.
"You sure?" he asked again, his fingers right above the hem of the detective's trousers, teasing the soft skin of his lower abdomen, seemingly waiting for permission.


((I like how you are playing him, the fact that he is inexperienced but determined not to show it ^^ he is proud after all <3))

"Yes," He breathed, sucking in air that seemed not to want to occupy his lungs, "yes, John, I'm sure, I'm very sure, John..." He was having trouble forming a sentence that didn't include the word 'yes'.
His fingers dug into John's shoulders, lightly but enough to make his point clear.

((Doing MorMor right now as well jesus christ how do I switch between violent and sweet this is so difficult))

John nodded in acknowledgement, hand moving down to cup the other's crotch through the fabric, fondling it with his fingers and looking at Sherlock's reaction.
He had fumbled around with guys before, but he had the feeling with Sherlock he needed to be careful.

He wanted this to be special after all.


((ahah good way to explore your skills as a writer~))

Brilliant blue eyes opened wide, and his head curved forward to bury itself in the crook of John's neck again. He'd never, never felt anything like this. Oh, oh. The movement of the muscles of John's face against his temple told him the other man was smiling, but he couldn't imagine why--he wasn't doing anything to the doctor. It struck him that he should, probably, be doing something, and his hand, shaking slightly, detached itself from John's shoulder to creep down to his groin, trying to replicate the motions John was using on him.
"John." He breathed, sensory overload making him perhaps frightfully incoherent.

((It's kind of a tossup which of them will get to sex first. xD Jesus christ I am a whore. XD You're both getting touchy. xD))

John groaned when he felt Sherlock's hand on his crotch, he was not expecting it yet and it sent jolts of pleasure up his spine in a way that made it impossible for him to think.

His hands were able to work on automatic though, undoing Sherlock's belt and opening the zip. With the detective's trousers loosened, his fingers were then dipping inside his pants, touching the warm flesh, caressing it in a soft tease.


((John can't possibly keep his hands away... but I figured they could just jerk each other off? Being the first time and all? >>))

Sherlock hissed, trying not to moan as John's fingers met skin. He felt as though his body was radiating heat--and John's was too, and yet he wanted to be closer. His eyes rolled shut again, the hand on John's crotch occasionally twitching in the midst of its motion. He really had to work on that.
Hopefully he would have more opportunities.

((Yeah, sure. XD I'm glad for it, as Seb's dragging me into sex on the other thread. Perhaps some other time. XD))

John couldn't fight the grin that spread on his lips when he felt Sherlock's reaction, he wanted to pleasure him, he wanted to give him everything, even though he knew not why.

He wrapped his fingers tight around Sherlock's erection, and started to pump on it softly, while his head buried in the other's neck.
He couldn't help his hips from moving towards the other's hand, desperate for some friction.

When he could force his muscles to unlock, Sherlock tugged at the button on John's jeans, knowing that merely touching the other man through fabric wasn't enough, not with the way the doctor's hips were bucking. His fingers seemed mildly nonfunctional. Was that normal? He finally managed the fastener, popping open the other man's trousers. John jerked a little against his neck, and he took that to be a sign that he was doing something right.
His fingers found their way around his friend's cock, hoping that he was accurately reproducing the sensations John was causing in him.

(('knew not why' sounds very poetic. xD))

There was a groan of appreciation when Sherlock's fingers wrapped around his arousal, he couldn't help his hips jerking in lust and need.

"Sherlock..." he moaned, lips wrapping around the detective's earlobe, sucking softly while he kept pumping on his erection, his movements becoming more hectic.
"..kiss me..."



((XD To write smut in the middle of the night XD I write weird things XDD))

Sherlock knew it could be said that he ignored John's requests, orders, opinions on a fairly regular basis.
However, this one he was more than happy to comply with.
He steadied his unoccupied hand with a musician's control and precision, bringing it to the side of John's face to draw him into a gentle kiss that hardly mirrored the swooping sensations on parade in his body, his tongue pushing past the other man's lips.
There was no rush about the kiss, although it was difficult for Sherlock not to speed it. His hand continued to move, having gotten the general idea he moved to try something different with his fingers.
This whole deal was rather a lot like an experiment in some ways.
But far more special.

((overdid the cutesy there. XD))

John returned the kiss with unsteady passion, his eyes blurry with the high of his incoming orgasm.
"Sherlock," he whispered against his lips, his hips jerking, and he just needed to breath.

His hand sped up on Sherlock's arousal, mirroring his own need.
So close.