John settled in against the man's stomach, cuddling him close and letting his body relax from all of its exertions. He thought he heard voices out in the hall, but a moment of quiet found that they were indeed alone. Either way, they couldn't spend the rest of the night in the sleep lab. Someone would've heard them. It would probably be safe to say that they should leave before someone investigates. But the lethargy that came over him was just intoxicating
( ... )
Sherlock just relaxed under John and held on to him, stroking his back and closing his eyes with a smile. It was then that he decided that everything they went through was worth it. It was horrible, of course, but now that all the secrets were out in the open and resolved, they could just concentrate on being utterly happy together
( ... )
Their kiss warmed considerably when it was clear Sherlock didn't mind that he'd licked him clean. This opened up a few more doors to John's terribly -- make that sexually -- distracted mind. He made an incredible amount of noise when their tongues tangled and fought with each other. Fingers reached into his hair and tugged a little again and hold him in that quickly arousing snog. He broke it suddenly, John realized he was getting breathless and randy and hard yet again. "Fuck me, how are you even real ... " He licked his lips of saliva and juices, finding it downright arousing as he looked down at him
( ... )
Sherlock tugged John down against him further, losing himself a bit in the fantastic kiss. He moaned against his lips in response to John's, his fingers tightening on his neck when John gripped at his hair. He whined a bit when John pulled back, his eyes snapping open to give him a 'why are you stopping?' look. He grinned at his words, realizing then that John was stopping because otherwise he'd be right back to fucking him again to the point where they may never leave. He'd be more than fine with that, actually
( ... )
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