Chapter 4
"Damn you, John Watson." Sherlock grinned and straddled John's hips.
"I'd prefer another four letter word but I'll take what I can get" John moved one hand to Sherlock's butt and the other held him close.
"Mmh…is this how you want it tonight?" He softly moved his hips, rubbing his crotch against John's. "Or maybe another position?"
John sighed in pleasure "don't do that again unless you're ready to be thrown on the bed."
"Oh, I'm more than ready...” he humped John gently a few times. “I’m more than ready to be thrown on the bed and pinned down into the mattress."
"Thank god" John pushed Sherlock onto the bed and kissed him roughly, grabbing a handful of hair.
Sherlock whimpered softly in pleasure and kissed John back eagerly.
John unbuttoned Sherlock's shirt before all but ripping his own off. Then he stopped. "Have you ever done anything like this before?"
Sherlock shook his head. "No, you?"
John looked away for a second, "once. But I was drunk."
"Drunk? You aren't even 18 yet." Sherlock looked at him.
John shrugged, "I went to public school. There were some decent parties."
"Mmh... I don't think I want any more details."
"Let me take your mind off that," John whispered. He started kissing Sherlock's neck and unbuttoning his pants.
Sherlock moaned softly, tilting his head to the side to give John better access. "That sounds like a marvelous idea."
John smiled against Sherlock's neck and bit his shoulder lightly. "Any special requests?"
"I like to be dominated..." Sherlock gasped, moving his hands to rub John's sides.
"Good." John pushed away from Sherlock and pulled Sherlock's pants off. "Turn over."
Sherlock nodded quickly, turning over to hands and knees.
John admired the sight for a moment before slowly taking off his own pants and climbing up on the bed behind Sherlock "ready?"
"Yes," Sherlock nodded, chewing his lip.
John slid a hand over Sherlock's back to keep him still. Reaching over, he pulled out a bottle of lube. He was slow, really taking his time to drive Sherlock wild.
"Oh c'mon." he groaned impatiently, wiggling his ass a little .
John slapped it just hard enough for it to continuously sting. Slowly, he rubbed the lube over Sherlock's entrance.
"C'mooon... Please..." he moaned softly, pushing his ass backwards towards John.
"If you insist," John slammed into Sherlock, knowing the pain and pleasure of the unexpected.
Sherlock whimpered out loudly and sank his teeth gently into his arm.
John groaned. He slid almost all the way out them went back in as slowly as possible. "Make that little noise again."
Sherlock let out a moan and a soft grunt, arching his back a little.
John sighed. He slid out before slamming back in, trying to get Sherlock to make his sexy whimper again.
Sherlock bit his lip and let out a short whimper.
John moaned loudly. He gripped Sherlock's hips and pulled him closer. He angled himself and hit Sherlock's prostate repeatedly.
Sherlock let out loud whimpers and moans every time John hit his prostate. He gasped loudly and dropped down to his elbows.
John reached one hand around and slowly started jerking Sherlock off, still going at it.
"F-fuck... John!" Sherlock growled softly in pleasure and pushed his ass back against John with a moan. His breathing started getting quicker and heavier.
"Don't come before me," John rasped, still pleasuring Sherlock. He was close and wanted to leave Sherlock begging for release.
Sherlock nodded, chewing his lip. He gasped softly and arched his back in pleasure.
John slammed into Sherlock two more times, moaning and clenching his teeth.
Sherlock moaned loudly, now almost at the edge of coming.
"Don't," John warned lightly, knowing that he would.
Sherlock whimpered a little but nodded, he tried to keep focused and not come.
John went in deep, hitting Sherlock's prostate head on and biting his shoulder.
"J-John..!" Sherlock whimpered loudly, pre-come starting to leak from the tip of his cock.
John swiped his thumb over Sherlock cock and then licked his thumb off.
"J-John..! C-can I... P-please..?"
"Not before me," John whispered, knowing that he could hold it back for a while longer. He wanted reason to lightly punish Sherlock.
"B-but... I-I can't hold it back that much longer...” he whimpered softly.
John smirked and slammed onto Sherlock again, tightening his grip on Sherlock's dick.
Sherlock moaned out loudly and inhaled sharply as he came over John's hand and the bed.
"Thank fuck," John groaned. He slammed into Sherlock once more and came in him.
Sherlock growled loudly in pleasure and buried his face in a pillow
John slowly slid out and flopped on his back next to Sherlock. "You came before me."
Sherlock fell flat down onto the bed with a soft groan. "I... sorry... I couldn't hold it back.”
"Turn on your stomach." John commanded in a low voice, sitting up.
"I-I...” Sherlock swallowed. "Yes.” he turned onto his stomach
John smiled at the red handprint already on Sherlock's amazing ass. "I'm going to spank you six times. Then you're going to clean the bed. Are you ready?"
"Y-yes.” Sherlock whimpered and nodded. "Oh god yes.”
"Good.” John rubbed a hand over Sherlock's ass for a moment before bringing his hand down sharply. "Count."
"O-one!" Sherlock whimpered.
John sighed happily before slapping right next to where he previously hit.
"Two!" Sherlock bit his lip and buried his face in the pillow again.
John spanked Sherlock again, bringing his hand down harder, "louder."
"Three!" He whimpered loudly
Smiling happily, John slapped Sherlock's ass twice.
"F-four, five!" Sherlock gasped out and let out a small moan as well.
John sighed and softly rubbed the pink skin on Sherlock's rear. He wanted to make him wait.
"Mmh. P-please, John...” Sherlock buried his face deeper into the pillow, his erection was about to grow again.
John hummed and kept softly rubbing, "shh."
"J-John, please..." Sherlock squirmed a little and pushed up his ass.
John bit his lip, "please what, Sherlock?"
"Please... give me the last slap... or anything."
"Happily." John lifted his hand and brought it down painfully and roughly on Sherlock.
Sherlock cried out loudly and pushed his hips down into the bed.
John pulled Sherlock into his arms and laid down, "amazing"
Sherlock curled up against John and tried to push himself as close to John as possible.
John buried his face in Sherlock's hair. "I saw you get hard again," he murmured.
Sherlock nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. His bum still hurt.
"I won't do anything else tonight because you look exhausted. But tomorrow night..." John nipped Sherlock's ear lightly and pulled the blankets over them.
Sherlock moaned- begging- and pushed his ass back against John.
John growled and gripped Sherlock hard, "don't do that again unless you want me to fuck you again."
Sherlock whimpered playfully and wriggled his ass back against John's crotch.
Moving quickly, John held himself over Sherlock and smirked down at him, "if you really want this again, I'm going to make that first time seem gentle."
"Mmh... why not pin me down into the bed and fuck me deeply?" Sherlock moaned to tease John, and grinned up at him.
John pecked Sherlock on the lips, "because rougher," he kissed Sherlock's chest, "is," he slid down to Sherlock's hips, "better.” John smiled up at him.
"Personally, I don't think so." he kept grinning.
John slid a little bit lower and nipped at Sherlock's hip bone, "well I for one prefer it rough. But there are other things we could do."
Sherlock moaned softly, "like what?"
John smiled, "can you guess?”
"No, tell me.”
John smiled and chuckled took Sherlock's tip into his mouth.
Sherlock arched his back and moaned softly.
John pulled Sherlock in deeper and put a hand on Sherlock's hip to keep him still.
Sherlock reached for John's hair with his hand, grabbing it gently.
John gave a hard suck before reaching up and tightening Sherlock's hand in his hair.
Sherlock growled quietly in pleasure and pulled John's hair a little.
John hummed and ran his tongue around Sherlock's member.
"J-John..." Sherlock bucked his hips up, moaning softly.
John pulled back and gave special attention to Sherlock's tip, knowing how good it felt.
"F-fuck John... I-I'm..." Sherlock bit his lip and let out a loud moan.
John kept doing it, trying not to smile.
Sherlock suddenly bucked his hips again and came with a loud groan.
John swallowed quickly and sat back, "much better."
"T-thank you...” he gasped softly.
"My pleasure," John flopped down and moved a curl behind Sherlock's ear. "You look really hot like this"
"Thanks..." he grinned
John pulled Sherlock close, "should I put Redbeard up here or did you have anything else you wanted tonight?"
"He'll get crushed!"
John laughed, "If you say so." He pulled the blanket up around them both. "Ready for tomorrow?"
Sherlock nodded and cuddled close to John. He smiled at the warm feeling that filled his body.