When Sherlock wakes, he is rather startled.

"John?" he says, sprawled over the other man.

John mutters something along the lines of "What, Sherlock?" and "Where the fuck am I?"

He rolls his head in the direction of Sherlock's voice and tries to will himself to open his eyes. "Ya?"

Sherlock furrows his brow, straddling John,

"We didn't have sex, did we?" He says.

John squints, trying his damnedest to remember.

"Don't think so." After a moment he adds, "Should've"

Sherlock cocks his head. "Should we have? I don't see why we've slept together," He rubs his head, leaning over to pick up his phone before without climbing off of John.

He hums at the date, "Oh, I see."

John groans at the sudden coldness he feels without Sherlock's body heat.

"Don' go." He mutters, still half asleep.

Sherlock returns to John. "It appears we began a relationship whilst drunk," He grins, kissing John's jaw.

"Don't go." John repeats, this time in a different context. 'Don't say it was a drunken stupor', he means. 'I've waited too long for this.' He winds his arms around Sherlock's waist and hums pleasantly at the feeling of Sherlock's lips on his face. The younger pulls John close, humming quietly.

"I'm not going anywhere. I never would have done anything sober."

John's eyes finally focus on Sherlock's face and he thanks the gods that he gets to wake up to such a beautiful one.

"I love you." He says, and then he pauses. "Things are going to be different now, you know."

Sherlock smiles. "I love you too, why?" He raises a brow, pressing his nose against John's.

The other shrugs, and for a moment, his eyes seem distant.

"Might be harder now. Especially with what we do. There are a lot of people who want you to suffer. I'll be a target more often." That isn't the part he really cares about though. What he's worried about is Sherlock thinking he can protect John by ending "this", (This, being what ever they are now to each other) because that is stupid and John could easily protect himself before and god dammit he really doesn't want to live with out 'this'. Sherlock nods, pulling away, grinding his teeth,

"You're absolutely correct," he says, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face.

John moves to follow him. He sits in back Sherlock and holds him from behind, hid head bowed and his brows furrowed.

"John, please," he says, moving away.

"I can't do this again," He swallows hard, moving to his feet and swallowing.

"No." John practically whispers. "No, don't. Don't do this." He reaches a hand to Sherlock.

"I'll be fine, we'll be fine. We've done it all before. We can take it." He's almost pleading with him now. "Please."

Sherlock moves forward to kiss John slowly, moving his body over John's before pulling away.

"We can tell no one. I couldn't survive that again."

"No one has to know." John nods, before leaning in to kiss Sherlock again. He holds him tight like he's afraid someone will take him away.

"Just stay." He says, relief washing over him once more.

Sherlock exhales against him, kissing him slowly, his fingers running through his short coarse hair. John moans in appreciation and willingly accepts every kiss made.

"I love you, I can't leave." Sherlock says.

John's hands begin to wander towards his arse. He groans as he feels John's hands, panting against his lips slightly.

"Frisky." He chuckles.

John happily gropes Sherlock's arse and grins in response. "Can you blame me when I've got a gorgeous work of art like yourself in a bed with me?" He leaves a few wet kisses on Sherlock's neck.

"Like that, do ya?"

Sherlock grins to himself, grinding down against John slightly. The friction sends John into complete bliss as he moans a bit louder and eagerly bucks up.

"I suppose it's all right." Sherlock mumbles before running his nails across John's forearm. He grins, kissing John's throat.

"I think I have half a mind to fuck you against the mattress right now," He purrs, straddling John's hips.

"Oh fuck yes." John groans. Still clothed in only his pants, it's quite obvious by the tent in them exactly how happy he is to hear those words.

Sherlock grins to himself, climbing off of John to sway toward his dresser.

"Have you ever been fucked before, dear? Or would you prefer to fuck me?"

John shakes his head. "Never fucked a bloke or been fucked by one. Think I'd like to be shown the ropes first before I fuck you over ever available surface in the flat." He smirks, eyeing Sherlock's ass while he does.

Sherlock raises a brow, climbing back over John, holding a tube of lubricant and a condom.

"Condom is for protection from infection, really, I trust you're clean. I'm clean," He ruts his hips down against John. "Always, lots of lubricant, as there's no fluid produced by the anus. We won't be able to have penetrative anal sex every night. Blow jobs and hand jobs are swell as well." He says, smoothing some fluid into his palms and heating it up.

"We can just stroke each other if you'd rather go slowly."

John groans. "No, fuck slow. Fuck me now." As lovely as hand jobs and blow jobs sounded, he just really needed to be fucked right now.

"But uh..." A bit of anxiety washed over him, "Try to be uhm..gentle...at first." Then he narrowed his eyes. "And do you really think I didn't know that an ass didn't produce fluid? I'm a doctor, remember?"

Sherlock grins, kissing John's mouth.

"I know you know, I'm just being clear," He says, brushing his nose against his before running a hand over his groin, pulling off of him.

"I'll fuck you dear, no need to beg. It's all right. I'll be gentle.

"Yessss." John hisses. He wraps his arms around Sherlock

Sherlock grins, pulling John's briefs over his hips and over his legs before running his tongue along John's proud prick, brushing a lubricated finger, as he'd done before, against John's puckered entrance.

"Ah, fuck!" John rocks his hips up towards that lovely mouth of his. Sherlock presses a finger inside of John, using a hand to lift his leg to part his hips further, his eyes on John's to gauge his reaction.

He makes a sharp gasp and his back arches. His playful smirk practically slapped right off his face and replaced with shock. John's cheeks burn with a bright red blush.

"Oh"

Sherlock hums, kissing along John's shaft.

"Have you never done this to yourself, love?" He asks, slowly moving his hand.

"N-never thought I'd be fucked." He stutters. "Didn't seem necessary."

Sherlock kisses sweetly at his head, slowly stroking his cock.

"If this feels even vaguely uncomfortable, I should stop."

"No no, it's good." John sighs, body beginning to relax. "Trust me, it's really good." His fingers tangle into Sherlock's curly locks and he smiles to assure him of it.

Sherlock hums and smiles, gingerly prodding at John to pry a second finger inside of him, slowly moving it inside.

"That might be a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn't hurt."

John grips Sherlock's hair a bit tighter and a small huff escapes his lips.

"It's fine. Keep going."

Sherlock leans up to adjust him into his mouth and suck him slowly as he presses his fingers deep inside of John, all the way to his knuckle before slowly fingering his tight hole. He can feel himself leaking in his pants with want to fuck him. John's breathing becomes ragged and his heart beat speeds up.

"God Sherlock." A bead of sweat forms of his brow. He tilts his head back, lips parted, face flushed. "Oh fuck."

Sherlock scissors his fingers before adding a third and pulling up off of John, having merely been sucking him, not giving a proper blowie. John lets out a disappointed whine when his mouth leaves his prick, and Sherlock smirks, adjusting his body.

"Here, do you want to touch me? Get familiar what's about to be in your arse?"

John quickly becomes eager to touch. He reaches down and cups Sherlock through his pants, groping slowly but thoroughly, eyes searching his face for a reaction.

Sherlock hums to himself as he watches his fingers move inside of John's arse.

"Oh, you're so tight. I suppose you would be, virgin as you are. God, fucking you will be so lovely, dear."

John wasn't sure if it was even possible to grow harder at this point, but Sherlock's words might've just done that. He hooks two fingers into Sherlock's waist band and pulls down his pants, revealing his very much desirous cock. John wraps a hand around it and starts to pump.

"To be honest, before a day or two ago, I was positive you were a virgin. Guess the tables are turned now- AH!" His eyes went wide and his back arched again.

"Holy fuck, do that again!"

Sherlock grins charmingly, "That would be your prostate, love," He says, kissing his belly as he thrusts his hand in deeper.

"I could finger you until you come. That might be fun." He winks, bending over to lick along his cock. "Fuck you afterward, or we can wait."

John nods, still a bit shocked.

"Yeah, let's do that."

Sherlock chuckles, rolling his hips into John's touch as he continues fingering his arse.

"God, it's bloody lovely, you know, so soft and pliable. Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?"

"Oh god. Holy shit-" He covers his mouth with one hand, wanking Sherlock off with the other. Why hadn't he done this himself before? He was teetering over the edge, just moments away. Sherlock leans over to take John's head into his lips as he sucks diligently, fucking John a bit faster with his hand as he slowly sucks along the aching cock. John bit hard into his hand, whining low in the throat before gasping and coming on Sherlock's lips and face. He let his mind drift aimlessly for a moment before coming back to reality and letting out a deep breath.

"Sherlock..."

Sherlock buries his fingers deep inside of him, licking his lips and grinning widely.

"Good, sweetheart?" He cocks his head.

John tilts his head up to peek at Sherlock. At the sight of his flat mate licking his own cum off his face, he has to lie back down and mutter a long string of profanities.

Sherlock grins wider, removing his hand with a small lewd pop. He reaches over to grab a tissue to wipe his fingers clean before opening the condom.

"Are you sure you want me inside of you?"

John nods. "Yeah. If it feels anything like that, definitely." He says, already feeling the fire in the pit of his stomach flare up again.

"I want you to fuck me."

"It's okay if you don't get hard again, you just came, I don't expect you to, plus, some blokes can't be hard while being fucked." Sherlock explains as he pours some lube onto himself and rolls the condom over, then applies more lubricant. "It may not feel as good as it could, because you've already come."

John looks up at Sherlock.

"C'mere" He says, reaching for him.

Sherlock leans forward toward John, pressing his forehead against the other man's as he slowly presses the head of his aching cock inside of the man, a deep rumble in the back of his throat surfacing at his lips. John winces slightly, it's definitely more then the fingers, but it doesn't exactly hurt. His breathing picks up again and he kisses Sherlock before lying back down on the mattress.

"Ravish me Mr. Holmes." He says with a grin.

Sherlock braces himself over John, pressing slowly inside of him as his breathing picks up.

"Oh, your arse feels so sweet," He growls, thrusting his hips once, twice. "Oh, fuck, you beautiful thing."

John's fingers and toes curl and he grips the bed sheets tight.

"Oh god, this is good." He soon finds himself feeling rather giddy, then he's chuckling. "Why the hell haven't we done this before?"

Sherlock smiles into his cheek, rocking his hips slowly, his breathing heavy.

"I have no idea, love, but we should do it over and over again." He moans, thrusting his cock deeper inside of John's body before removing it again, fucking him with all of his length.

"Shit, I'd love to pound your arse all night, you minx."

"Heh, such a dirty mouth you have. I thought you were more of a gentlemen then tha- FUCK." John cried out, pushing back against Sherlock's length. Hungry for more.

"Sh-Sherlock, harder. More!"

Sherlock lifts up his thigh as he leans back and thrusts harder inside of John, his breath heavy, mouth wide.

"Oh fuck, am I fucking your prostate, sweetheart?"

John writhed under him. "Holy shit. St-stop fucking calling me that. You have no idea what it does-" He trailed off as he saw stars before his eyes.

"Yes! Right there! Oh fuck, oh shit! Sherlock!" He braced himself against the bed and practically screamed like some bloody animal.

He thrusts faster, his breath heavy as he grinds his teeth, grunting heavily as he fucks John.

"Oh fuck." He growls, closing his eyes as he feels himself jerk.

"I'm going to come, sweetheart -Fuck!" He snarls, and quickly thereafter helplessly ejaculates.

John grabs hold of Sherlock and rakes claw marks along his back. He groans as Sherlock spasms above him. "Fuck-!" He growls, as his own orgasm shakes him. When he's done and spent his arms fall limply at his sides and he shuts his eyes for just a moment. Sherlock remains inside of John, his breath heavy as he kisses his throat.

"There you are, beautiful."

John's breathing is heavy and he fumbles to find something of Sherlock's to touch. In this case, it's the back of his neck. His fingertips draw lazy circles over his skin while he tries to regain his senses. He means to say something meaningful, but in that time all he can come up with is:

"No, you."

Sherlock giggles into his throat before resting beside him.

"We should sleep for the rest of the day. Sleeping, eating, and fucking, please."

It's a good plan, John thinks. It's an excellent plan actually, just like all of Sherlock's plans.

John mumbles, "Amazing, brilliant, fantastic." before he dozes off. Sherlock smiles and kisses his hair before following thereafter.