Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock. If I did, Johnlock and Mystrade would be cannon. I just enjoy borrowing the characters to put in... compromising situations. I don't get any profit from this other than the amazing feeling of fangirl evil.

Warning: M/M SMUT.Don't like, don't read.

Chapter 2: The Reward

John strolled naked and, frankly, quite erect into Sherlock's room. The detective followed right after already having removed his pants in the living room. Sherlock closed the door and turned to John, a predatory look in his eyes that made the blogger swallow hard.

John gasped as he was tackled onto the bed. He sighed feeling Sherlock's weight on him but soon groaned as the detective pushed himself up just enough that he was not lying on John, but they could still feel waves of heat radiating off each other.

They stayed that way for several minutes, slowly driving John crazy. Just as the shorter man was about to scream in frustration, Sherlock lowered his head to just beside John's ear and growled, "Tonight, you're mine." He punctuated his statement by biting at the sensitive skin on John's neck right behind the earlobe.

John's resulting aroused whimper turned into a moan when Sherlock ground their hips together.

John licked his lips as the detective pulled away again. "Well then," he grunted, "I guess I am."

"Shut up," Sherlock ordered, attacking John's mouth. While the older man was distracted, lost in the kiss, the detective took the opportunity to begin prepping him.

John was almost unaware of the digit up his opening, fingerfucking him. He was definitely aware when the second finger was added and Sherlock started scissoring his fingers, arching his back and moaning into the kiss from the overwhelming pleasure. When Sherlock put the third finger in, John threw his head back and gasped, allowing Sherlock to attack his neck in a barrage of kisses and bites.

John was reduced to a quivering, whimpering mass as Sherlock continued his ministrations. Soon, Sherlock stopped fingerfucking John and reached for the lube on the nightstand, quickly spreading it on his excited member. John was nearly crying at the loss of the fingers inside him, quickly recovering as soon as Sherlock set the head of himself at John's opening and started slowly pushing himself in, causing both of them to moan in pained ecstasy.

As soon as Sherlock was in to the hilt, he paused and allowed John to adjust. John only took a moment to get comfortable before reaching up and pulling Sherlock's head down for a searingly chaste kiss as a signal that he was ready.

Sherlock pulled his head away with a smirk and watched John's face as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips forward, driving himself back into the smaller man. John gasped at the sensation. Sherlock, unsatisfied, pulled partway out and grabbed John's knees, lifting them up over his shoulders and changing the angle. Once again, Sherlock snapped his hips forward, John crying out as the taller man hit his prostate.

Sherlock smirked at how undone John looked and continued his onslaught. However, Sherlock did not keep with a steady tempo. He varied it, still nailing John's prostate every time. At times he went so fast John did not get a break from the stimulation, or Sherlock waited so long to move that John nearly cried out with need.

This seemed to both men to last forever. Eventually John choked out, "Sherlock, I'm close." The man in question nodded and settled on an even pace, stroking John's neglected member in time with his thrusts. Sherlock also leaned down and captured John's lips in a passionate kiss.

It only took a couple of minutes before John came, moaning into Sherlock's mouth as his seed sprayed over their stomachs and chests. The contraction of John's muscles during his orgasm drove Sherlock over the edge and he came hard inside John.

After both men came down from their orgasms, Sherlock pulled out and kissed John once more before rolling over and flopping next to John. Both men were thoroughly spent, but they still smiled at each other and John joked, "I take it you're not bored anymore." Sherlock laughed and pulled John into a cuddle.

They were both asleep in moments.

Don't flame me, please. This is my first smut.