This role playing blog is NSFW
Sherlock stepped forward and started to undo the buttons of John’s shirt. It was slow as he wasn’t watching what he was doing, too busy studying John’s face and then each exposed inch of skin as he worked the garment free.
John’s skin is a little darker than mine and a little rougher, no doubt due to months of sun exposure in Afghanistan. He has many small scars, nothing major but I’m mapping them all. I slip his shirt off his shoulders and there is the bullet wound. I’ve seen it before, obviously but never really had the chance to observe it (or the rest of his body), not properly, not like this. It’s faded a little, the long armed star shape, I can imagine how it would have looked when fresh and angry. Now it’s pale and beautiful in it’s way, this is the thing that brought John back to England and eventually to me.
Sherlock reaches down, his eyes still on John face and unbuckles his belt, a thumb popping open the button on John’s jeans. He pulls the zip slowly down and leans forward.
Before I know what I’m doing I’ve bowed my head and my lips make contact with that star shaped scar. My hands still working on his jeans, I kiss and lick at his shoulder, gently, slowly, taking in the taste of skin. I drop down as his jeans become free, half kneeling to lift each foot and remove each shoe, sock and trouser leg. I look up at him and see that John is hard, it sends a line of fire through me and I pull on his briefs, lifting each foot again to free him of all clothes.
Running a hand up each thigh, Sherlock takes hold of John’s erection and starts to stroke, running his thumb over the slit and spreading the pre-come over the tip. Still on his knees he leans forwards and slips John’s cock into his mouth, one hand stroking the shaft, the other on John’s hip. He hollows his cheeks, sucking and then licks around the glans.
John is groaning, shaking slightly, I stand up, still stroking him. My mouth is over his again, he grips my back a hand slides up to my neck and his tongue is in my mouth. Odd texture against my own but oh so good, passion, I’m on fire.
John couldn’t get enough of Sherlock. His touch, his taste. He was shaking, not nervously anymore but drowned in ecstasy.
Sherlock’s hand was still stroking his cock as their mouths explored each other on intense, deep kisses and wet licks. John’s hands slid all around his friend’s back, not missing a spot…he pulled the detective tightly towards him, their naked torsos rubbing against each other; he enjoyed that feeling of Sherlock’s smooth skin against his own.
His lips slid from Sherlock’s mouth down until he was able to kiss his shoulder, he rested his head there while he watched his hands slide down form Sherlock’s lower back to his perfect round arse. He grabbed it and squeezed it tightly with both hands over the fabric of Sherlock’s pants, pulling his hips to his own. Sherlock groaned and let go off his erection to be able to embrace him.
Their bodies had never been as closer as they were in that moment. They were so close he was able to feel Sherlock’s heartbeat pounding strongly fast against his chest, they were so close he could clearly feel his friend’s cock throbbing against his stomach, begging for attention.
There were 2 seconds of panic. He wanted to please Sherlock, he really did but truth was he had never played with another man’s dick before.
‘How do I…? Well, I know how but would he like it if I…?’
John thoughts were interrupted by Sherlock panting against his ear, that just spread even more heat through all his body. He squeezed Sherlock’s arse hard once again as he pulled his hips to him, Sherlock thrust forward pressing his erection against John.
John didn’t hesitate and slid both his hands under the waistband of Sherlock’s boxers and grabbed the soft yet firm flesh of his friend’s arse. Sherlock’s moan was caught by John’s mouth as their lips met again in a desperate kiss.
John pulled his hands out of his friend’s pants to help him get rid of them. He pulled down from the waistband sliding them to his thighs; Sherlock wriggled his legs until the garment dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
For the first time, John took a nice glance at Sherlock’s nice, long cock…all hard and ready for him. He was impressed. His eyes met Sherlock’s flushed face again, he could see his friend was eager for more contact, more pleasure…and John was going to give it to him.
He knelt down in front of Sherlock, sliding his hands over Sherlock’s stomach until they reached the base of his dick. John grabbed it and gave it a slow yet strong stroke, pulling the foreskin exposing the pink, glossy glans.
Sherlock groaned as he tilted his head back.
After a few more strokes, John lean forward to start licking the glans, slow and smoothly…tasting Sherlock’s pre cum; Sherlock thrust forward, asking for more.
John sucked a good bit of his shaft in one go, his cheeks hollowing. His friend grabbed his head and pulled his hair a bit as he kept sucking him off.
I never imagined this. Of all the times I fantasised about being with John, it was never this intense, never this all consuming. I had been so caught up in the wanting that I couldn’t imagine the actual having would be this heart stopping, breath catching neediness.
John’s touch was like fire. His hands squeezing my buttocks, nearly made me drop to my knees. And then ‘oh god’ he was stroking me. I didn’t think I could get any harder but I was wrong. Oh the wonders of erectile tissue.
My head is thrown back, I’m not sure how I am managing to still stand. And then my knees buckle and I have to catch myself as I feel John’s hot, wet mouth take me in. I am moaning loudly “Fuck J…John…” My fingers lace into his hair, gripping a little too hard and then I suddenly realise, John has never been with a man before…
"John…" I gently tilt John’s head up. "You don’t need to do that…I mean despite the fact that it’s wonderful, don’t feel like you have to. I know this is very different for you. And I don’t think I can remain standing much longer."
I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom (the closest), shutting the door behind us. I turn and he’s sitting on my bed, for some reason this makes me catch my breath again. His body is hard, well toned, just a softness around his middle that adds to his attractiveness. He still has a military line to his posture, which also increases my desire. Here he is naked on my bed, my soldier, my doctor. Can I call him mine now?
I crawl up the bed, over him, watching him recline below me, running a hand up his leg and side. No point in making his first time complicated, this will be a simple encounter, neither of us are going to last long. I raise a knee to his groin, rubbing lightly, relieving some of the pressure. John groans and again this sound goes straight through me, making me groan in response. I lace the fingers of my right hand through his left and draw his hand down between us. Lining us up, we grip both our cocks and start to stroke, hips pumping slowly at first, then increasing in speed and grip. Oh god, I feel the pressure increasing at the base of my spine and John is bucking under me. We really aren’t going to last.
I bow my head to his ear and whisper brokenly “..t…together” I feel him nod, his breathing harsh and rapid, soon mine matches his. I feel the tensing of muscles from both of us, suddenly the wave hits me and I still, dropping my head to his shoulder, lips pressed against flesh as I come with loud moan.