“We can’t bond until you are in heat, Sherlock, but starting the process now will prepare your body, and mine too, for when the time to bond does come.”
“Yes, John, I want that.” Sherlock’s voice had taken on its dreamy quality again, the one that John had last heard when they were in the tube lay-by. John smiled tenderly at him and eased him backward onto his bed, encouraging him, with a light hand on his chest, to lay still. He could see and sense lethargy stealing over Sherlock already, a natural physiological response to the presence of an acceptable Alpha close by, wanting to mate. Had John not been in control of his Alpha aggression, this instinctive Omega response would have calmed him and prevented him from attacking and possibly hurting his mating partner.
John stroked Sherlock’s hair back from his forehead and gazed down at him, his expression conveying the depth of his love for Sherlock and also the wonder he felt at Sherlock’s acceptance of him as a mate. Sherlock looked back at him before his eye lids slid shut and he sighed. He tried to lift a limp arm to his shirt buttons, obviously wanting to undo them, but his coordination had left him.
“John.” he breathed.
“Want me to take your clothes off, my love?”
Sherlock roused himself enough to say, “…and yours too, John,” before subsiding again.
John hated to remove his hand from Sherlock’s chest, for their pair connection was already starting to form, he could sense it through his hand on Sherlock’s chest.
Somehow he managed, switching hands when needed, to pull his own clothes off as well as Sherlock’s. His heart began to pound at the sight of Sherlock naked and receptive before him. How many times had he relived the experience of that night two weeks ago when he had first seen Sherlock naked and wanting? And now he could have his way, at last!
John eased himself on top of Sherlock, holding Sherlock’s hands still with his own and locking their mouths together. He offered deep, slow kisses while he gradually introduced his, by now, fully erect cock to Sherlock’s body. A touch of it against Sherlock’s hip and his eyes flew open and he involuntarily winced away.
“Shhh, Shhh, it’s alright sweetheart, it’s just a natural part of me, just John…and I’m yours now, to do with whatever you want, remember? I’m not going to do anything with my cock that you don’t ask me to, I promise Sherlock.” He pulled himself away but continued to press kisses onto Sherlock’s face and mouth. “Mmmmm, you taste so good!”
“I want you back now, John, I liked it, I was surprised that’s all.”
“Well, you sure know how to flatter your Alpha, Sherlock.” John’s tone was teasing.
He gathered Sherlock firmly against him and pressed the two of them together, head to toe. The sensation was heart-stopping! John groaned and was not able to prevent a small thrust of his hips against Sherlock despite his best efforts. He waited anxiously, but when he heard an answering groan from Sherlock he gave two more firm pushes against the softness of Sherlock’s belly. He could feel Sherlock erect and hard now too, small but insistent against his thigh.
“I want to take you in my mouth, to suck you, Sherlock, may I?”
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“Yes, John, I want that.” Sherlock’s voice had taken on its dreamy quality again, the one that John had last heard when they were in the tube lay-by. John smiled tenderly at him and eased him backward onto his bed, encouraging him, with a light hand on his chest, to lay still. He could see and sense lethargy stealing over Sherlock already, a natural physiological response to the presence of an acceptable Alpha close by, wanting to mate. Had John not been in control of his Alpha aggression, this instinctive Omega response would have calmed him and prevented him from attacking and possibly hurting his mating partner.
John stroked Sherlock’s hair back from his forehead and gazed down at him, his expression conveying the depth of his love for Sherlock and also the wonder he felt at Sherlock’s acceptance of him as a mate. Sherlock looked back at him before his eye lids slid shut and he sighed. He tried to lift a limp arm to his shirt buttons, obviously wanting to undo them, but his coordination had left him.
“John.” he breathed.
“Want me to take your clothes off, my love?”
Sherlock roused himself enough to say, “…and yours too, John,” before subsiding again.
John hated to remove his hand from Sherlock’s chest, for their pair connection was already starting to form, he could sense it through his hand on Sherlock’s chest.
Somehow he managed, switching hands when needed, to pull his own clothes off as well as Sherlock’s. His heart began to pound at the sight of Sherlock naked and receptive before him. How many times had he relived the experience of that night two weeks ago when he had first seen Sherlock naked and wanting? And now he could have his way, at last!
John eased himself on top of Sherlock, holding Sherlock’s hands still with his own and locking their mouths together. He offered deep, slow kisses while he gradually introduced his, by now, fully erect cock to Sherlock’s body. A touch of it against Sherlock’s hip and his eyes flew open and he involuntarily winced away.
“Shhh, Shhh, it’s alright sweetheart, it’s just a natural part of me, just John…and I’m yours now, to do with whatever you want, remember? I’m not going to do anything with my cock that you don’t ask me to, I promise Sherlock.” He pulled himself away but continued to press kisses onto Sherlock’s face and mouth. “Mmmmm, you taste so good!”
“I want you back now, John, I liked it, I was surprised that’s all.”
“Well, you sure know how to flatter your Alpha, Sherlock.” John’s tone was teasing.
He gathered Sherlock firmly against him and pressed the two of them together, head to toe. The sensation was heart-stopping! John groaned and was not able to prevent a small thrust of his hips against Sherlock despite his best efforts. He waited anxiously, but when he heard an answering groan from Sherlock he gave two more firm pushes against the softness of Sherlock’s belly. He could feel Sherlock erect and hard now too, small but insistent against his thigh.
“I want to take you in my mouth, to suck you, Sherlock, may I?”
“Yes!”