Sherlock looked up from the newspaper he was reading to see what all the cluttering was about. His breath hitched when he saw John bent over the fire place to pick out the burnt wood, his perfect arse sticking out.
Oh how he would love to ruin it, how he would love to hear John screaming out his name, sweat and cum covering him. That was it for Sherlock, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed John now.
Sherlock got up from his seat and strolled to John with a predator-like gait. He came and stood directly behind John, his crotch just inches from his arse.
When John got up, he crashed into Sherlock and stumbled back into him. Sherlock gripped his forearms and steadied him, the wood falling from John's hands
"Oh sorry Sherlock" John apologized, trying to move away from him. But Sherlock gripped his forearms harder
"Umm.... Sherlock you can let go now" he said, a burning feeling rising from his chest and neck, flushing his cheeks.
"Oh John I'm not letting go, I'm never letting go" Sherlock whispered, his lips brushing johns skin, blowing hot air on his ear.
"Sherlock what are you doing?" John asked, breathily.
" John I'm tired of waiting, tired of looking at you from the distance, craving your touch. So I'm taking what I want." Sherlock said dragging his fingertips from the back of John's hands, along his forearms and arms, gripping his shoulders and spinning him around. His colorless eyes held John's blue ones in an intense gaze. John started breathing a little harder.
" I watched, John. I watched you from the first day I saw you. Watched those suckable lips every time you spoke, watched that pink tongue darting out, salivating your dry lips, wanting to chase it with my own. I watched those hips swing every time you walked, that perfect little arse, oh god, swaying, calling me. I watched for a long time Dr Watson, I just watched. But I can't anymore, I need you now."
Sherlock said looking at John, his eyes barely open, pupils dilated to the point where only an outline of silver could be seen around his iris.
"And joh-"
Sherlock was silenced by unfamiliar but longed lips crashing into his messily, teeth clacking with the force.
Sherlock was frozen for a moment. He was shocked. That was unusual. He hadn't been shocked since he was nine, when he was calling for Redbeard, like he had been for five days but not finding him anywhere, and Mycroft screaming at him that Redbeard was dead. He could not believe it.
Oh, what was wrong with him. He was getting kissed by the man he had wanted for so long, and here he is thinking about his pitiful childhood.
Sherlock started kissing John back.
Their tongues danced with each other. John started taking control of the kiss. He pushed Sherlock against the wall beside the fire place, lining his body with Sherlock's, standing on his toes. Sherlock put his hands on John's waist, pulling him closer. He moaned deliciously, rubbing his tongue against John's.
Sadly, they had to breath, as they were human, so they pulled apart, but kept their foreheads connected, breathing each others air.
Well, panting, more like.
"Sherlock Holmes you have no bloody idea how long I wanted this for, fantasized about it" John mumbled against Sherlock's lips, having resumed kissing.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom then?
Somebody seems a bit eager" Sherlock smirked, brushing his hand against the bulge in John's pants.
John didn't reply, he grabbed Sherlock's wrist and pulled him into the closest room with a bed, it being Sherlock's.
He pushed Sherlock on the bed and motioned for him to move up towards the headboard.
Sherlock liked this side of John. His pants were becoming tighter by the second. John crawled up the bed to Sherlock and sat on his crotch, directly on his crotch.
"Aah-mmh...oomph"
Sherlock moaned but was cut off by John's lips, the latter leaning in with his hands either side of Sherlock's head.
Sherlock put his hands around John's back, pushing him into himself, their tongues battling for dominance.
John started rubbing his erection against Sherlock's, creating a delicious friction.
"Aah-god...mmh..Sherlock", he moaned.
"Mmph..yes John" Sherlock said breathily against John's lips.
John sat up and brought Sherlock with him, lips never disconnecting.
He took off Sherlock's coat and started unbuttoning his shirt, moving his lips from Sherlock's, down his jaw, kissing the skin each unbuttoned button revealed.
He went down like that to the last one, and pulled the shirt off Sherlock's shoulders, down his muscular hands, and pushed Sherlock down to his back on the bed. He started tracing kisses down Sherlock's chest, tracing the outline of his right nipple, then kitten licking the hard nub, and finally, taking the whole thing in his mouth and sucking.
"Hnhh..aah- John..oh god" Sherlock ground out, putting his hand on the back of John's head. John finished with the right one and moved to the left, treating it the same as the right one.
God how was this possible. John had thought about this, dreamed about it for months, but that was what it was, just a daydream, a wish, fantasy. But now, he couldn't believe it was happening.
But this was not just sex, not for him, and hopefully by the look in Sherlock's eyes, not for him either. There were feelings flowing into the kisses, and both could feel them. Feelings hidden for so long.
But not anymore. They were coming out now.
And if John didn't hurry up, they'd come out very fast.
Sherlock was so hard it was painful. And John was still teasing him, licking his way around Sherlock's abs, tracing, memorizing each dent. He reached the waist line of Sherlock's trousers and stopped.
He looked up at Sherlock through his lashes, asking for permission. Sherlock raised his eyes in a 'God John don't you see what's in my pants of course I bloody want you to take them off' way.
John smiled sheepishly and unbuttoned his trousers, still kissing and nipping around his belly button.
He drew the zipper down with his teeth while looking up at Sherlock through his lashes.
Oh god that was the hottest thing Sherlock had ever seen in his life. What was this man doing to him.
John hooked his fingers in Sherlock's belt loops and pulled his trousers down.
He threw then dramatically away.
And then Sherlock was in heaven as John pushed an impossibly hot mouth against his erection through the black fabric of his pants, mouthing and licking at it.
"Hmmh aah haah Jawn" Sherlock moaned, fisting the sheets underneath and twisting them.
John pulled his pants down with his teeth all the way down Sherlock's legs. He then crawled back up and-
"Sherlock, hey wake up, Lestrade called, he's got a case for us. It's a seven"John said shaking Sherlock's shoulder.
"hmm?oh, yes, coming" Sherlock said, running his hands over his face.
Well, that was all it could ever be then, a daydream.
" Mrs Hudson we're going out, we'll be late, might need some food." Sherlock said, putting on his coat.
"Sure dear, it's no use now reminding you I'm not your housekeeper if it weren't for me you two would probably live off takeout" Mrs Hudson sighed, rolling her eyes, and by the time she finished saying that, the two flat mates were already out the door.
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Hi everyone. This is my first time writing smut so please excuse my mistakes and tell me how I can correct them.
Other than that JOHNLOCK SMUT OH MY GAWWHD YAASSS
I LOVE JOHNLOCK I SHIP THEM SO HARD
That's all I have to say . Thank you 😊