As requested by Daffidill, an aftermath fic, follow up to MF's birthday fic Not Forgotten
Disclaimer: Still don't own

Stretching luxuriously, John almost purred as Sherlock's hand stroked down his side, coming to rest on his hip, squeezing lightly and pulling them closer together.

"Good?" The deep baritone rumbled, full pink lips kissing the shell of his ear.

"Oh God yes!" John shuddered under his lover's ministrations. "Sh-sh-sherlock…."

A self-satisfied chuckle rumbled in the younger man's chest.

"What? What is it you want? This?" The dark head dipped, licking across a succulent nipple, then blowing gently across it, watching it peak.

John let out a helpless whimper, feeling his body responding with a rush of heated blood.

"Please…."

"More?" He moved his hand from the smaller man's hip, stroking across his stomach, feeling the taut muscles tremble under his hand.

John arched his body, forcing Sherlock's hand to move down, brushing against his heated arousal.

"Stop teasing you bastard." He whispered, his own hand sliding around to clutch at a firm buttock, closing the gap between them.

The next half an hour was consumed in a haze of touches and kisses, of whispers and moans, of bodies slicked with sweat clinging and thrusting and moving in a slow sensual synchronised dance.

In the aftermath, as they lay on the rug in front of the fire, Sherlock leant down and gently brushed john's cheek.

"Dinner here?" he asked. "Or in bed?"