A/N: A belated birthday gift for Johnsarmylady (apologies for the delay). My first attempt at an M-rated story. Hope you enjoy, please review (please be kind!). I still don't own ... :'-(

Removing his last items of clothing, he climbed onto the bed and knelt down between the legs spread-eagled on top of the mattress. His long fingers danced lightly across his lover's muscular chest, touches as soft as velvet as his hand slowly moved lower, heat rapidly spreading as it descended. Hardening flesh bobbed up and down in desperation, begging for contact, as wanton moans leached from his boyfriend's throat.

Bruises marked the path of his lips as they nipped and licked at the man beneath him. Sweat oozed from pores as it glistened on their skin, both pale and tanned, easing movement and ensuring a slick smoothness to their actions.

Soft murmured words of love and shouted words of desire echoed around the room as the two bodies undulated sensuously against each other. The universal and primal rhythm rocking the bed, as both hearts stuttered and their breathing faltered.

Desire was spreading like an incandescent flame through both men, ready to burst forth at the slightest provocation. Each man chasing that elusive moment, desperate in their passion.

Staring down into his lover's eyes, and knowing that John would catch him and hold him safe, Sherlock gasped in ecstasy, then, clasping his lover's hands tightly between his own, their fingers entwined, he tumbled, and fell into pools of deep vibrant blue.