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Sherlock was very busy concentrating on his work. His eyes were fixated on the laptop that was in front of him. He was working on a case that seemed like it had no solution. John knew he was almost getting frustrated by the looks of things. Sherlock's right fist almost crunched up with a piece of paper inside it. John placed himself down on his own chair. The room was killingly quiet. John's eyes went over Sherlock. It so happens that Sherlock's focussing face was just enough to satisfy John.
"John, i can feel you staring."
John flipped his leg over one another and sighed.
"Sherlock don't you think you deserve a break? You sat there for hours on end."
Sherlock moved his chair back and walked over to the fire place. He lifted the knife where all his non solved cases were and he looked over at John.
"I suppose you're right."
He stabbed down the piece of paper and placed himself down on his own chair, facing John.
Sherlock leaned backwards a bit and closed his eyes.
"Can i get you some tea?" John stepped towards the kitchen.
"Vodka."
"What?"
John shrugged his shoulders and inspected the kitchen. He opened every cupboard and cabinet.
"Freezer." Sherlock went from all the way from his chair, eyes still closed.
John walked over to the freezer and opened it.
A head appeared.
"Jesus.. again?!"
A smirk appeared on sherlock's face. "I was kidding, look next to the freezer."
John's slammed the freezer closed and grabbed the flask. He turned his back noticing 2 glasses already to use filled with ice cubes and a bottle of water next to it.
"You serious, sherlock?"
John got no answer so it was clear he was smirking all the way from his chair.
John poured in the vodka and watered it down a bit. Almost filling it till the edge. He grabbed the two glasses and handed one over to Sherlock who sipped out of it and pulled a sour face instantly. But it didn't stop him for drinking more.
The hour flew by. Sherlock was slowly tilting his head back. Not much talking was between them. John thought bringing something up was gonna be distracting for him.
As soon as John opened his mouth Sherlock pointed his finger up.
"John. Don't. I'm thinking."
John flipped his legs over again. Now manspreading.
"Sherlock maybe it is really a time to actually have a break. Leave the room maybe."
John pointed at the windows.
"It is pouring outside John. What is there to do? Each other case could have been washed away by now."
It went quiet for a second.
"However.. i have you."
Sherlock suddenly sat up straight, bended over and put his hands in a 'thinking' position. Squinting his eyes.
John looked around the room really confused.
"What do you want me to do?"
He laughed it off a bit.
"Distract me, John."
John scuffed, moving his shoulders around.
"Can you give me atleast some examples?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. Stood up and shuffled over and placed himself on the lap of John.
John fully turned bright red.
"H-have you been hanging out to much with Ms. Adler lately?"
John laughed.
John liked it. He tried to place his hands on Sherlock's hips unseen. But Sherlock sure did notice it right away.
Sherlock reached for John's buttons and started unbuttoning them.
"Tell me John, how long have you liked me?"
The doctor felt unable to speak. Every move Sherlock made, made the heart of John beat faster. He still was sort of flabbergasted about how he knew. But it is Sherlock in the end.
"You know, don't bother. I'll get you to loosen up."
Air escaped shakingly John's throat as he chuckled.
"W-who said you get to be the one dominating over me?"
John stood up having Sherlock twirling his legs and arms around him. The shorter guy tilted the taller guy all the way to the bedroom. Which he didn't expect this kind of strength coming from the other.
Once there Sherlock had let go. He flew on top of the bed and spread himself all over it. He stared down his soon to be lover.
"I want you to use me, John."
John smirked looking away out of nervousness.
He slowly unbuttoned Sherlock's blouse making the top half almost bare. Sherlock was very exciting he never done such things cause of how busy he made himself with work.
John sure wanted to be the dominant one but something about his nervousness held him back. He tried every move he did to laugh it off. However Sherlock was very serious about it.
He pointed at his drawer in the night stand. John was very surprised he came across anything. He guessed Sherlock wasn't really the type to have those stuff.
"I thought you were married to you work and you didn't have time for those things.."
John proudly lifted his chin up for saying that.
"Open the drawer."
The answer was quite direct. Even a bit intimidating. John liked that.
He did not hesitate and revealed whats in the drawer.
A knife, pack of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Sherlock shivered, looking at John's reaction to it.
John lifted the knife. It wasn't that big. It was more like a pocket knife which you could flip in and out of its socket.
"I-is this for murder cases or.."
"A bit of both."
Sherlock's reflection sparkled in John's eyes.
John blinked once or twice trying to let it kick in. A quick "hm" left his throat. He shrugged his shoulders and came closer to Sherlock.
He crawled on top of him and lifted Sherlock's chin with the knife.
"Like this?"
Sherlock didn't say a word but his facial expression changed. He looked so desperate. John sat down with his legs next to Sherlock's hips. It was only seconds what made John feel Sherlock's hard on through his jeans.
John blushed, knowing he was doing good.
"Do you want me to continue?"
Sherlock nodded. His finger fidgeted a bit with each other. He suddenly acted so desperate. It was almost like he lacked it. John had never seen him like this. But it didn't stop him.
"Lay still, will ya?"
The doctor slowly slided the knife from the detective's neck down to the rim of his jeans without cutting him.
In an instant John ripped the belt of his jeans.
"Hands, here now."
Sherlock reached over with his arms. John grabbed the belt and tied his wrists together. He pinned them down onto the bed.
"Stay."
John was finally getting more serious about it.
He ripped Sherlock's jeans loose and pulled them away. Now only his boxers were left on his bottom half. The detective licked his lips. He was so curious what the doctor might do to him. Sherlock wanted to be inflicted with pain so badly. The knife in the first place got him drooling already. He wanted to know what John was capable of doing. Slowly, The doctor removed the detective's boxers while keeping strict eye contact with him. Sherlock knew exactly what He was doing. He knew it would turn him on the other aswell. Now it revealed that Sherlock was now completely bare. Knives were in the side ready to be used again. But still, John was no expert in the kind of stuff Sherlock was into.
The army man kept looking over at it.
"Cut me." Holmes said. Not sure how he would react to it.
John's eyes widened. Putting on a confusing face. Contineusly blinking with his eyes.
"Are you sure..?"
Sherlock squinted his eyes, implying that John was fully allowed to do it.
He now carefully sat down next to the other on the bed. Much rush had raised in Sherlock, while John lifted the knife and brought it closer to his neck. It send Sherlock chills down his spine. He was fully giving himself up. Holmes swallowed visibly. Surrendering completely. John has put on a avenging look, stepping into his role. The knife approaches. Slid the neck harmlessly. A few droplets of blood dribbled out of the cut. A groan left the throat of Sherlock.
"good..good." he quietly acknowledged. That little drop of blood felt somehow as a release to Sherlock.
The taller guy tried to reach for his own touch starved cock. The doctor stepped in quickly and slapped his face. A red mark soonly appeared on his cheekbone. "F-fuck."
John lifted the others chin and commanded him to lift his arms up again. He chuckled, trying to make himself look like he was outbraving him.
"Don't make me chain you up, pup." John smirkingly said.
Sherlock lifted his arms again, going against his own will to being bratty. He'd wish he would go against it. But seeing John like this was probably an one time opportunity.
"Now beg."
Sherlock heated up. The way he said that made him completely feel in charge. This had him drooling. He was totally in for this. His aching boner kept on ketting worse. It was in need for friction.
"please.." Sherlock said quietly under his breath.
Again ,John came up with his knife lifting up the chin of Sherlock.
"Sorry i didn't quiete catch you there. What were you saying?"
He was really trying to defy. Trying to catch this side of Sherlock on its fullest.
".."
Sherlock broke character for a sec.
"Begging really feels lame coming from me."
He set up another tone. But John did not accept and held onto the scene.
"I said beg."
The knife slided across the cheekbone of Sherl. Cutting it a tiny bit. The other whimpered by the lack of touch.
"P-please doctor Watson!!"
The knife slided away back onto the bed as blood slowly dribbled out.
A thumb of the doctor wiped it away.
"Good boy."
John spat into his hand and started carefully stroking the tip of Sherlock's member. Sherlock squeeled by the touch. He desperately lifted his groin.
Holmes wanted more. He lacked the touch. More squeels left his throat confirming John needed to up the pace.
John sped up the pace. The detective arched his back. The breath of the other started to become more shaky.
The doctors member grew by every whimper that got let out. He needed friction also.
John started moving his hips on the pace as his hand was. His dick got enough friction from what it got on Sherlock's thigh.
"..go on.. go on."
Sherlock acknowledged in a whimpery tone. The pace went even quicker. John's hand quickly covered Sherlock's mouth. Both men where very close to reaching climax. Their breath was fastened.
"John.. you're doing so g-good darling."
Sherlock was desperately gasping for air. They were so close. John's hot breath was now above Sherlock's boner. He slowly placed his lips on his tip. And started bobbing his head once more before they about to reach it.
"Ffffffuckk."
Both he and his partners liquid desires dribbled out. John was finishing up over the trembling legs of Sherlock.
John swallowed his white poison and dropped himself next to Sherlock.
The detective reached in next to the bed for a towel which he wiped the others liquid away.
Both now out of breath and content.
"You did good."
John reached in for his lips. Placing one more kiss. Lastly he went for his neck and marked Sherlock as his.
As he repeated.
"You did good."