John slowly pushed Sherlock backwards by the shoulders, his lips never leaving his partner's. His fingers were fumbling blindly with the buttons on the purple shirt and soon Sherlocks hand left his already naked chest to assist him.

The back of Sherlock's knees hit the edge of the bed and both of them fell down, John landing on top of Sherlock. John looked into his lover's ever changing eyes and they stared up into his. They stayed like this for what felt like hours but was barely seconds before John flashed Sherlock a vicious smile and rubbed his hips against his partner's. Sherlock let out a gasp, surprised by the sudden friction. John continued to grind his hips against Sherlock's while attacking his neck, nibbling and kissing until the skin turned red.

Soon the layers between them were too thick and John quickly removed his jeans before slowly kissing down Sherlock's chest, belly, abdomen and finally reaching the lining of his trousers. With practised movements he opened the zipper and eased them down Sherlock's hips, his pants soon following.

It was often John who took control during sex, not because Sherlock had been a virgin before but because Sherlock had never been loved like this and being unaccustomed to strong feelings he was unsure of how to react and let John take command. Not that they'd never had heated 'Oh god fuck me now' sex -they had, it was glorious- but if John were to choose he prefered taking things slowly, really showing Sherlock how deep his love for him run.

"John!" Sherlock panted as John took him in his mouth slowly moving down the shaft while swirling his tongue it that way he knew made Sherlock's toes curl. He slowly started bobbing his head while Sherlock moaned beneath him, occasionally flicking his tongue over the tip of Sherlock's cock, tasting the salty precum and feeling Sherlock jerk under his fingers.

John hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard and speeding up his movements. Underneath him Sherlock trembled, quickly approaching his climax. When Sherlock began thrusting his hips into the glorious warmth of John's mouth John took hold of his hips and slowly withdrew his mouth.

With a final lick up Sherlock's prick he completely removed himself from his lover, earning a disappointed whine as he got out of bed and moved towards the drawer where they kept the lube and condoms.

When he bent down he couldn't resist wiggling his ass seductively, pleased to hear Sherlock huff behind him.

"John, get your ass over here and off with those infuriating pants."

John quickly got out of his 'infuriating' pants and threw himself on top of Sherlock, claiming his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over Sherlock's body, his tongue thrusting into his partner's mouth, showing him just how he would be fucked later. Sherlock spread his legs and his hands snaked down John's back until they found the curve of his buttocks. With a strong grip he pushed John's hips against his own, their cocks sliding wetly against each other. John let out a groan, letting go of Sherlock's lips for a split second while his partner gasped.

"Oh god, Now John. Now" Sherlock demanded, pushing his hips upwards to emphasise his point.

Placing kisses down Sherlock's jaw and neck John blindly grabbed for the lube, finding the bottle and opening it with a small 'click'. He pulled away, sliding his hands down Sherlock's sides and insides of his spread legs while doing so, and coated his index finger with lube.

He slowly moved his finger between Sherlock's cheeks, giving his entrance a few experimental rubs before slowly pushing his finger inside. Sherlock moaned as he was breached, his hands fisting the bedsheets.

John carefully pulled out again, recoated his finger and pushed in to the second knuckle, slicking Sherlock's inside with lube. When the tight ring of muscles had relaxed and Sherlock had gotten used to the slick slide of John's finger John covered his middle and ring finger with lube and pushed a second digit in next to the first.

John slowly fucked Sherlock with his fingers and it wasn't long before Sherlock began rocking himself in sync with John's thrusts. When a third finger is added Sherlock let out a loud gasp and stilled for a second before rocking back with more enthusiasm, practically fucking himself on the digits. With a mischievous grin John curled his fingers without warning, easily finding the prostate and Sherlock let out a loud moan, his face open and flushed with arousal.

John pulled his fingers out and let them trail up Sherlock's perineum, balls and prick. With his right hand John found the condom and rolled it on, savouring the friction on his so far neglected penis.

Lining himself up he bowed his head and claimed Sherlock's lips in a kiss. John carefully pushed the head inside, letting out a gasp as the warmth of Sherlock's body engulfed him. With small thrusts he moved forwards till he's buried to the hilt, Sherlock writhing and trembling beneath him.

They stay like this until Sherlock gave a minute nod of his head and John pulled out so only the head was held in by Sherlock. Setting up a pace he knew will drive Sherlock mad John began thrusting into the slick warmth that is Sherlock.

The room was quiet as John made love to Sherlock. The silence only broken by the gasps from John and the quiet moans from Sherlock. After a few minutes John decided that this wasn't enough and angled his hips, thrusting against Sherlock's prostate now. Suddenly Sherlock's moans increased in strength and he wrapped his legs around John, pulling him deeper.

John's thrusts grew harder and deeper with each passing moment and soon the whole bed is rocking in sync with the rocking of John's hips. Sherlock threw his head back as a particularly well aimed thrust sent sparks behind his eyes, his mouth falling open in ecstasy.

"Oh, Fuck. Sherlock" John moaned, rapidly climbing towards his climax.

"Ah, John... OH hnnnnng. Don't , don't stop." Sherlock's hands were now tightly clasping the headboard, keeping him from sliding across the covers and making the bed hit the wall with each one of John's thrusts.

"I'm close" John muttered, gritting his teeth to make this last longer.

"AH! John, now... Oh god" This was all John needed to reach his hand between their sweaty bodies and grab hold of Sherlock's cock. It only took a few jerks before Sherlock came undone under him, his ass clamping down hard around John's prick as he orgasmed. A howl sounding something like 'John' escaped his lips as his cock shot cum across their bellies.

John snapped his hips forwards three more times before his orgasm hit him like a train. With a gasp turning into a guttural sound of pure pleasure he buried himself deep within Sherlock as he rode the waves of ecstasy.

With a sigh John collapsed on Sherlock, lazily kissing his neck. Sherlock's quiet as they laid there, John knowing that he's savouring the few minutes of silence in his head before his brain started fussing with a million thoughts again.

"I love you." John whispered and Sherlock smiled that special smile only these word could lure out of him.

"I love you too"

After a few minutes it became uncomfortable to lay there, still inside Sherlock and his stomach sticky with sperm. He slowly pulled out and made to remove the condom when he noticed something.

"Oh?"

Sherlock looked up from his position on the bed, somewhere in his brain knowing that he should listen to John.

"What?" Sherlock asked sluggishly and John looked up.

"The condom broke"

So that's the start of a story that has been rolling around in my head for the past week.

More info about the story will come with next chapter which will probably be up before the end of the weekend.

Reviews are highly appreciated :)

/Phin