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Sherlock’s throat went dry at the combination of those words and the feral-ness of John’s aura. He couldn’t get out a ‘yes,’ let alone an ‘oh please, God, yes’ so instead he just nodded twice.
John grinned toothily at this and shifted so that he was sitting on Sherlock’s hips, his arousal pressed against his. Starting at his stomach, he reversed the trail of kisses he had placed on the detective’s abdomen earlier- moving up to his sternum, between his pectorals, his clavicle and all the way up to his Adam’s apple, which he nipped once before moving back down. As he got closer to his destination, he slowed the kisses, drawing out Sherlock’s patience as much as he could. Once his lips reached the outer edge of his areola, he lifted and let his open mouth hover over his nipple. And watched him.
Sherlock met John’s gaze with uncertainty that quickly turned into pleading with his eyes as he realized John was testing him. Toying with him. A warm breath would ghost over the hardened nub, and then it would just as soon be gone. Another breath, and then nothing. Warmth, cold. No wetness, no friction, just his breath, and yet Sherlock’s hips began rocking beneath John’s just from the anticipation of it. In a sense, it was like the tickling. When John had held his foot up at the very beginning of all of this, presenting it high up in the air so Sherlock could see, and moving those wicked fingers of his closer and closer to Sherlock’s sole…the build-up had certainly gotten Sherlock ‘excited,’ but at the time he wasn’t sure he wanted to indulge that excitement just yet. So, when he thought he could no longer stand the suspense, he shouted at John, “PLEASE DON’T!”
And now, here he was, on that same edge, waiting to be pushed over. Only now, he knew he wanted this. He wanted to indulge that excitement. And so, just as he thought he could take no more waiting, he whimpered out, “John….please, John…..…do it...”
Smiling up at the heavily breathing man, John lowered his lips once more and latched onto Sherlock’s nipple, sucking hard.
The response was instantaneous, as Sherlock let his head drop back to the floor and moaned in ecstasy. Oh, how the wait had been worth it. So, so worth it… The pure relief and satisfaction of when John’s soft lips had finally closed around his nipple was sensational. Oh God, and now he was rubbing it with his tongue…oh God yes….please…more…
“Aaaa! John…oh yes….mmmm…..mmmore…..please, more….I need more….mmmm…” Sherlock mewled as John swirled his tongue around the hard flesh, reaching his free hand over to trap Sherlock’s other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard and rolling it between them.
Sherlock’s back arched and he cried out in pleasure-pain at the contrasting sensations. The sharp pain of his nipple being tweaked and tormented on one side while the other was laved and massaged by John’s tongue.
And then, John’s teeth came out to play.
Still squeezing his other nipple tightly between his fingers, the ex-army doctor bit down gently, at first, on the nipple between his lips and then slowly increased the pressure of his bite until Sherlock was practically screaming.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! OH JOHN!!! Y-YESSS…OH FUCK, PLEASE!!! JOHNNNN!!!!” Sherlock cried, a string of drool trailing from the corner of his lips. He whipped his head from side to side, his hips grinding against John’s and his hands straining to break free from the doctor’s tight grasp.
Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, John eased off a little, rubbing his index finger over one tender nipple and gently running the tip of his tongue over the other. “Goodness, you’re just as loud during sex as you are during a case,” John teased before leaning up to place a soft kiss on the detective’s lips. “Remind me to gag you next time…”
Sherlock was nearly dizzy with pleasure. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take all of this. He would get so close to the edge and he wanted nothing more than to just jump over already. But every time he thought he might just get it, John pulled him back in. It was incredibly arousing at first, but now it was almost starting to hurt. The skin of his erection was starting to become tender from rubbing up against the front of John’s jeans so vigorously, his nipples were overly-sensitized after John’s most recent attentions. All he wanted now was release, relief of the throbbing in his cock and the pulsing tightness in his testicles. He needed to come.
“…John…nnnn…..John I need…..haaa….aaahhh….” Sherlock barely whispered as he lay panting on the floor, his hips still rocking gently against John’s.
John began kissing Sherlock’s neck lovingly, nipping the milky skin playfully here and there, and breathed out, “Yes, Sherlock? What? What do you need?” Another nip. “Tell me…”
Sherlock turned his face away from John to give him more space, which the doctor accepted graciously, resuming his kissing on the newly-exposed skin. Panting slightly, he finally managed to murmur out, “….haaa….I need….ha….to come…”