âSherlock⊠we have to go or weâll be lateâ John whispered into the full, plush lips. Sherlock just sighed with exasperation.
âJohn, we still have three hours to get thereâŠâ he lowered his head and bit Johnâs neck lightly, soothing the area with his tongue. It was just a nibble, but it set the doctorâs skin on fire.
âSherlock, please, donât do this⊠pleaseâ
âWhy?â He asked, raising his head and locking his grey-blue eyes with the smaller man. âThis is the our last chance, John. You must see this⊠you mustâŠâ he pleaded, dragging John to his green armchair and forcing him to sit down.
âWhy now?â The doctor moaned, feeling Sherlockâs nimble fingers opening his trousers and pulling them down around his ankles.
âBecause itâs the last time you are mineâŠâ the detective growled, lowering himself and kissing John hungrily. One of his hands made their way to Johnâs briefs, annoyed at their presence, and tugged them down. He wrapped one elegant hand around Johnâs length and squeezed, tearing a small, helpless moan from his beloved doctor.
He worked quickly, pulling and squeezing, rendering his friend to incoherent lump of desire. When he leaned back, gasping for air himself, he saw the flushed cheeks, wide dilated pupils and parted wet lips. He growled at the sight beneath him, scooting down to his knees and searching for a bottle of lube underneath the chair. He stashed it there almost a month ago, hoping he could bring the topic earlier⊠But now, now it was the last chance to keep John here. His John.
âSherlock, oh godâŠâ John hissed, feeling two slick, slender fingers probing at his entrance. The detective pushed in gently, slowly, savouring each sharp gasp escaping his doctor. It was delicious and perfectâŠ
âGod, JohnâŠâ he moaned into the smaller manâs collar, feeling himself hard and aching beneath his own clothes. He worked quickly and sufficiently, preparing John in no time. The doctor relaxed gradually, Sherlockâs fingers and his hot lips on the side of his neck made him fell like jelly.
Soon enough Sherlock pulled his fingers out, unzipped his trousers and leaned over John, gripping the back of the chair for support. The doctorâs eyes closed and he gave a breathy moan when the taller man breached him, slowly but insistently sinking deeper. When he was fully inside he opened his eyes to find John looking at him. The doctor shifted forward to kiss him deeply, delicately, licking softly against Sherlockâs tongue.
âIâm sorry, John⊠Iâm so sorryâŠâ he gasped when they broke for air.
âWhat for, Sherlock?â
âFor waiting too longâŠâ he gasped and started to thrust.
Their cries could be easily heard in the flat downstairs, where Mrs. Hudson was making tea for her beautiful guest. Mary left her kitchen two minutes later, leaving John his ring and a scrap of paper.
~Take care of each other~
~Mary
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