John's head fell back and slammed on the tile as Sherlock gripped him tightly. A slight moan escaped his lips. Sherlock smiled, the noises he was making turned him on even more. His hand started to glide on John's cock ever so smoothly, like an ice skater on fresh ice. John could only think of the pleasure Sherlock was bringing him.

Sherlock leaned back into John's neck. He kissed the nape of his neck even more, slightly nibbling this time. All John could think about was the ever firm grip Sherlock had while he still have enough concetration to nibble his neck.

John took his hand from out of Sherlock's hip and grasped Sherlock as well. He stroked Sherlock, almost in time with Sherlock. Both men groaned and sighed in pleasure. Sherlock's face buried deeper into John's neck as John stroked his cock.

Sherlock quicked his pace as the noises were arousing him to the point where he could not control it anymore. John desperately tried to keep up, but he was too destracted by Sherlock's motions. John's hand gripped Sherlock's hair even tighter, bringing even more pleasure to the detective.

Sherlock's fingers dug into the tile as he jerked harder and harder on John. John's moans got louder and louder, one right after the other.

"Sh...Sherlock..." John struggled as he could feel himself about to climax.

"John, you're ruining it." Sherlock said abruptly, the words bursting through his panting.

John's eyes widened as he knew what was about to happen. His mouth opened wide as a loud and yet deep moan escaped his lips, he came all over Sherlock's hand and lower chest. Sherlock smiled as he felt John orgasm through every muscle of his body. The noise gave him enough to finish.

Sherlock came onto John as he bit roughly into John's shoulder, his fingers firmly dug into the tile. The two men stood into each other, recovering from the unmatched climaxes. John released his grip from Sherlock's cock and hair, letting his arms fall to the side. Sherlock took his right hand and put it back on the tile on the side of John's shoulder.

He slowly pushed himself back to gaze at John with a dirty smirk on his face. John stared at Sherlock, trying to read his face knowing it was useless. Sherlock stepped back and slowly climbed out of the shower and put his robe on. John turned the water off and opened the curtain to see Sherlock dressing himself.

Sherlock looked over his left shoulder at John and began to laugh.

"What is so funny?" John asked in confusion.

"I was right, I knew you left the door open for a reason."