Because once again, it just popped into my mind and I had to write it. Not exactly like the previous texting between John and Sherlock and definitely not a continuation to it, though I did start writing that because so many of you asked for. But it just didn't work out no matter how I tried. This is basically just some dirty talk :D

I really hope you will like this one as much as you did the last :)

BOLD and BOLD AND ITALIC letter are the texts, the rest is the normal conversations.

Texting - Again

You still at Scotland Yard? JW

Where did you go? And where is my scarf? SH

On me.

And where are you?

Where you need me.

John, I have to meet with Mycroft. Meet me and give back the scarf. Now.

Come and get it for yourself.

Where?

You know exactly where. Find me Sherlock, please. Hurry.

What did you do to my scarf?

I nicked it.

Where IS my scarf John?

Tied to the bed.

Why is it tied to the bed?

So that I can't go away.

John… did you tie yourself to the bed with MY scarf?

Yes indeed I did, Sherlock.

And why exactly did you do that?

So that I can't move my hands.

And why shouldn't you move your hands?

It hurts Sherlock. I'm so hard, it hurts.

You tied yourself to the bed so you won't jerk yourself out?

I did. And IT is on me too.

You mean the…? Since when?

Since I saw you in the shower.

That's 20 hours right?

It hurts, please hurry.

What did you see me do in the shower?

You touched yourself.

Of course, I touched myself, I WAS HAVING A SHOWER. What did you see me do?

You held your cock…

Again. Was having a shower. What did you SEE?

You were wet and naked. Your cock hard, and ready, weeping for my touch. But you didn't ask me.

You were sleeping.

Well. I wasn't. I watched you masturbate. I watched you as you slid your palm over your chest, whileyour fingers moved on your erection.

Why didn't you join? You didn't want to?

I wanted to kneel before you, suck on your cock until you cry fervently, and come in my mouth.

You definitely should have joined.

You seemed to have such pleasure I didn't want to disturb.

You never disturb.

Except, when you're fingering yourself. Now that was a surprise. I almost came just by that.

Sherlock?

What?

Do you want me to fuck you?

You are the one tide to a bed, waiting for me, aren't you?

Do you want me to slide my cock in your ass and fuck you? It's much better than fingering yourself, Ican tell you that.

I never said that.

I just got the feeling when I saw your fingers were in your bum, your other hand around your cock and you were moaning my name.

Maybe.

I take that as a yes. Then come. I'll be gentle. Or maybe not. I'm VERY hard since a VERY long time.

I have to meet with MYCROFT.

And still. You're standing in front of my door since 20 minutes. Why don't you just come in? And let me fuck you.

o.O.o

Sherlock read the last text and raised an eyebrow. How on Earth did John know he came straight home from Lestrade?

He opened the door and stepped in John's room. Of course John was there, exactly how he imagined, lying on the bed, his hands over his head, the blue scarf tightly around his wrist, wearing nothing but a smug smirk.

His legs tucked and apart, giving a clear view of the silver cock-ring around his red, pulsing erection, which was lying heavy on his stomach, wet with pre-come.

"It hurts…" John whined, smirking, pushing up his hips, arching his back.

"I imagine it would." Sherlock said raising an eyebrow, letting his hand caress his own hardening erection. "But you deserve every minute of pain. Playing with me like that… Oh now my dear John, that is just the worst decision you could make."

"I thought you would like the idea of riding me while I have the cock ring on and can't come until you let me."

"You would most definitely need a cock ring if I let you fuck me. You would come with the first thrust."

"That is most likely right. You ought to be so tight. No matter how many times you fingered yourself."

Sherlock smiled as he kneeled down next to the bed and placed his hand on John's stomach, trailing the outline of his cock but not touching it yet.

"I'm meeting my brother. I should just leave you here like this. A few more hours would do wonder with this." Sherlock said as he grabbed John's cock and pulled on it once.

John hissed and moaned loudly before he could spoke up "I wait for you in a state like this and you don't even show a little gratitude. Now that's just evil."

"Oh no, evil is making me hard while interrogating someone. Evil is making me moan while Lestrade is sitting next to me. Now that's evil."

"Well you're the detective. Catch that evil bastard and punish him."

"Oh I will." Sherlock smirk leaning forward, lips hovering over the swollen, wet tip of John' erection.

"Do it." John commanded.

"You were hard all day, right? When we had lunch with Lestrade and then when we chased that smuggler, you were hard all the way, wearing the cock ring I gave you."

"Yes I was." John grinned, pushing his groin up but Sherlock leaned away.

"Hold it. Don't move. You know what John," Sherlock slid his tongue over John's length, sucking shortly on the tip before going on. John's lustful moans made him smirk. "I do want you to fuck me. I want to know how it feels when it's your fingers, your cock, that's moving in me." He said then stood up.

John looked up at him, panting from pleasure, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Two hours. If you stay here like this, undone for two more hours, I will let you do whatever you want with me."

"No. Now." John moaned desperately.

"No. Two more hours. I need to solve that case. This is what you get for nicking my scarf."

Sherlock walked to the door.

"You are evil, Sherlock."

"True. If that's any consolation, now I have to meet up with Mycroft with a hard-on. That is not fun, John."

"No, consolation would be if you came here now and sucked me down. That would be consolation." John shouted after Sherlock, who gave him a last smirk and walk out of the room.

"You think you're so clever." John murmured as he got his hands out of the scarf and grabbed his phone.

He's on his way. Told you your brother is not asexual. JW

Are you indicating YOU made my brother… MH

He's hard like steel. Please drop him home with the keys for the summerhouse, as we agreed. Oh and don't disturb during the weekend; we'll be busy. JW

John smirked at thought of that but then looked down on his body.

"One hour and fifty-eight more minutes to go. Oh boy…"