A/N - Oh my! I must just tell you all about a really cool coincidence I had - the very lovely steward on my flight to the US last week was called Sherlock! Never met a real life Sherlock before, even though he was about as far away from Mr Holmes as I think it is possible to be :-)

Anyway, on with the story… enjoy!

Eventually John tired of teasing Sherlock with his tongue and flipped the detective over onto his back, keeping his legs spread. A finger or two played with Sherlock's now soft and yielding entrance, while John rubbed his mouth over Sherlock's cock, licking and kissing it. It was wet with pre-come from all the teasing and achingly hard. As John slipped his fingers gently inside he dipped down to suck on Sherlock's cock, enjoying the feeling of the detective slowly coming apart under his ministrations.

It didn't take long before John was carefully removing fingers and mouth from the quivering man and leaning over to his bedside table for the lube. He slicked up his hand then went back to teasing Sherlock, stroking him inside and working him open using his fingers. This time he propped himself on top of the detective so he could watch Sherlock's face as he fingered him. They maintained eye contact and the combined expressions of bliss at the feeling, and frustration that it wasn't quite enough flashing across those grey-green eyes were intoxicating. As was the moment Sherlock's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned loudly and incoherently as John brushed gently over his prostate - to John it was the best feeling in the world to be allowed to take his clever friend apart in such a way.

"Sherlock," whispered John, entranced at the sight before him, as he teased and stroked and toyed with him, "will you let me take you tonight? I promise I'll make it good for you, just let me be inside you, please."

Sherlock could do nothing but moan as John's finger lightly touched his prostate again and he saw stars. Sensing that Sherlock wasn't actually able to focus on the words for all the sensations going through his body John laughed and eased back a bit, giving him the space to think for a second.

"Pet," he coaxed, almost pleading, "Please? Can I fuck you? I want to see how good your arse feels around my cock, see how hard you come when I'm inside you. Will you let me?"

Sherlock finally registered the words and felt a moment of confusion. Surely he'd given his consent for this weeks, if not months, ago? But John was asking, so he answered. He lowered his head to look seductively down at John, kneeling between his thighs, and with a grind of his hips over John's still teasing fingers, he told the doctor, "Frankly John, if after all this you don't fuck me I'm going to be most upset."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed for a brief moment in contemplation of all the things he would do to John if he failed to carry out his promise. Starting with a particularly unpleasant experiment on the kitchen table right around breakfast time that had the capacity to ooze most disgustingly.

Luckily for both of them John had no intention of backing down, and he gently eased out of Sherlock's body - prompting a needy whine from the detective and a smirk from the doctor - and quickly shed his pyjama bottoms. John fisted his ignored erection while looking down at the man spread wantonly on his bed, looking completely debauched and ready for anything John wanted to do to him. There was so much promise in Sherlock's look that John shivered in anticipation. He found the bottle of lubricant and coated himself liberally before moving himself back in between Sherlock's legs. Sherlock gripped the headboard with his bound wrists and tried to relax his muscles as John slowly and carefully slid inside him.

"Okay pet?" John was halfway and could feel Sherlock tensing around him.

Sherlock took a deep breath, exhaled and consciously focused on relaxing. "It's been a while," he admitted, relieved John was allowing him to acclimatise. The pain was a dull ache, an odd sensation of being full somewhere not quite right and his body trying to fight it. Not completely unpleasant, but not helpful either. In a moment or two it had passed and he nodded minutely.

John was painstakingly slow with his approach until finally he was deep within Sherlock. He had all the time in the world for this and was prepared to wait as long as it took. After all, he wanted to be able to do this again - many times - so no point in hurting Sherlock. He patiently held still until Sherlock experimentally moved his hips, moving himself up and down John's cock.

Taking that movement as a sign to continue, John proceeded to carefully and thoroughly fuck Sherlock agonisingly slowly until the detective was begging for more, all the time staring down into his eyes, watching every feeling as it flittered across Sherlock's face. He had totally let go and was being wonderfully open with his emotions - something John didn't always get to experience.

"John!" he cried through gritted teeth, "Please! Harder! I need you to do it harder now."

John smiled down, changed his angle until he was brushing against Sherlock's prostate with each downward beat until the man was back to incoherent groaning, and ramping up his speed, John finally gave in to what he had wanted to do all evening.

"God Sherlock," he gasped as he pounded him into the mattress, Sherlock's grip on the headboard the only thing anchoring them both, "You feel just amazing, so tight, so hot, can't believe we waited so long to do this."

He leant down and captured Sherlock's mouth in a bruising kiss, completing the circle between them and ensuring their connection. This was long past games and playing about with sensation - he wanted to show Sherlock what he meant to him, how much he cared for him, how much he loved him.

Sherlock melted completely under him and they slowed down again, needing to communicate with words as well as their bodies.

"You are amazing pet," John whispered, his voice full of awe as he nuzzled into the taller man's neck, kissing and licking the skin under his mouth. "You feel so good, you are so good."

"John - " Sherlock responded in a groan, arching his back and pressing into John's body above him, tied hands still gripping the board behind him, "I can feel every inch of you inside me, you fill me completely. Don't ever stop doing this."

John chuckled gently at the command, then laughed outright when he saw the effect the vibrations were having on the detective. He reached down to grasp Sherlock's cock in his hand and firmly stroked him, keeping in time with his thrusts into Sherlock's body. This wasn't going to take long for either of them after all the build up, but it was perfect - profound, intimate, everything they had both wanted from the evening.

"I'm so close," moaned Sherlock, falling apart under the combined sensations of John inside him and over him and touching him. John sped up again, working himself deep inside of Sherlock as his hand slid over him in an insistent rhythm. He was close himself, holding himself back with absolute iron will, determined that Sherlock was going to come first.

"Oh! John!" He cried, teetering on the edge.

"Come for me pet."

With a final thrust and stroke over the sensitive head John tipped Sherlock over into a crashing, shudderingly intense orgasm, and with Sherlock's muscles providing irresistible tightness and heat as Sherlock rode it out he too ejaculated, pumping his seed deep within as he called out Sherlock's name, unable to phrase anything more coherent.

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They lay on the bed afterwards holding each other, sated. John untied Sherlock's wrists and kissed the pulse point on each, soothing the red marks left by the rope with his thumb. He found a cloth he'd left on his bedside table for and removed the mess from them both then crashed back onto the bed, boneless and sated. They cuddled as they drifted into sleep, lulled by the rush of chemicals through their bloodstreams.

"My John, my blogger, my doctor, my everything," murmured Sherlock, holding his lover close to him possessively as he relaxed.

"Love you too, Sherlock" was the smiled drowsy response as John held him back, neither of them having any intension of ever letting the other go.

END

A/N - and that's it! I think I'm finished with this story now so thanks for reading. I might add a couple more chapters at some point for some stand alone fun (kinky medical play anyone?! Feel free to send suggestions of anything else you'd like to see!) but I think these two are pretty much where I wanted them to get to through this journey. They started as flatmates out for a bit of relief, and ended as lovers with a deep bond. To me that sounds pretty darn perfect.

Huge thanks to all who have read, reviewed and followed. This is one of my first forays into writing on here and the support has been awesome.

I've another (non crack!) Sherlock story on the go, if anyone fancies a look. Thought I'd have a go at writing an actual plot for a change…

Until next time… x

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