“If you would like to use a condom we will, of course. But my tests are up-to-date, Sherlock, so we don’t need to. I’m alright either way.” He stroked Sherlock’s chest with an absent hand.
“No, John, don’t want it.”
John smiled and began to kiss his way down Sherlock’s chest and belly to his cock, stroking him with his hand as he did so. Not rushed, he took his time, exploring Sherlock with his hand and tongue, enjoying his heady scent and warmth. It was only when he began to taste pre-ejaculate that he moved to take Sherlock fully into his mouth. As he opened his mouth to take him in, he placed his hands firmly on Sherlock’s hips, knowing his pleasure would be intensified by being able to strain against them. Then he slowly and purposefully began to bring Sherlock to orgasm; making insistent flicks with his tongue against the slit at the tip of his cock and sucking him hard; his lips forming a tight, wet ring just below the swollen head of his cock.
The last coherent word Sherlock gasped out before he came with a fierce thrust against John’s hands was “Jo−hn!” After that he was inarticulate; groaning and writhing under John and releasing a small but heavenly scented spurt of ejaculate into John’s mouth. A gush of his lubricant; slick and seductive appeared between his thighs and at the sight and smell of it, John was forced to pull back, take a shaking breath and count to five; now was not the time to flip Sherlock onto his belly, part his buttocks and drive hard into him…
John’s strategy worked, his aggression melted away and he watched with tender affection as Sherlock, lying wilted on the sheets beside him, finally opened his eyes to look for John. When he found him, he smiled, said, “I love you, John,” in a rough whisper and closed his eyes again. John grinned to himself; obviously a short rest was in order.
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“No, John, don’t want it.”
John smiled and began to kiss his way down Sherlock’s chest and belly to his cock, stroking him with his hand as he did so. Not rushed, he took his time, exploring Sherlock with his hand and tongue, enjoying his heady scent and warmth. It was only when he began to taste pre-ejaculate that he moved to take Sherlock fully into his mouth. As he opened his mouth to take him in, he placed his hands firmly on Sherlock’s hips, knowing his pleasure would be intensified by being able to strain against them. Then he slowly and purposefully began to bring Sherlock to orgasm; making insistent flicks with his tongue against the slit at the tip of his cock and sucking him hard; his lips forming a tight, wet ring just below the swollen head of his cock.
The last coherent word Sherlock gasped out before he came with a fierce thrust against John’s hands was “Jo−hn!” After that he was inarticulate; groaning and writhing under John and releasing a small but heavenly scented spurt of ejaculate into John’s mouth. A gush of his lubricant; slick and seductive appeared between his thighs and at the sight and smell of it, John was forced to pull back, take a shaking breath and count to five; now was not the time to flip Sherlock onto his belly, part his buttocks and drive hard into him…
John’s strategy worked, his aggression melted away and he watched with tender affection as Sherlock, lying wilted on the sheets beside him, finally opened his eyes to look for John. When he found him, he smiled, said, “I love you, John,” in a rough whisper and closed his eyes again. John grinned to himself; obviously a short rest was in order.