Someone needs to write a ‘the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear’ AU
OH YMG ODH YOHG MYHOG OH MY GOHD OH MY GOHD OH MY GOD OHB YMG OHD YOHG YMDOH OHY GMDOHY GOH MY GOHD OH MY GO OH MY GOHD GOH MY GOD OH MY GOD GOHY GM FJGY GOHG YOFNGNYOHMY OH M YHGY GO OHMYOG OH YMG ROG OHD OOH YMG OD OH YM GOD GOH YMG OD GOHHG DO OHY, GODO MOHYGOG,D„„„„„„
Sherlock gasping and writing, naked in John’s lap as he ruts like an animal in heat, unadulterated and needy for every touch he could get from the Doctor’s knowing fingers. All John had done was run his fingers through the man’s curls and suddenly Sherlock was coming desperately between them, screaming out his name until it was nothing but a hoarse whisper.
But can you imagine - just imagine - the first time Sherlock kisses John, he kisses him like he kissed Molly in Anderson’s theory.
He swoops down, his hands coming up to gently cradle John’s head, because John is precious, John is his whole world, and he’s waited so long that when he presses his lips to John’s chapped ones, he doesn’t breathe. Only when he feels John’s hands come up to his shoulders does he let out a breath, feels John smile against his mouth, so he crowds John against the wall.
oh my gohd. oh ymg od ohy mg do ohy mg y god ohy mh fohd. oh ymg od. oh my god.
well well well
Sherlock carefully lowering himself to his knees to look at the corpse instead of crouching down like he usually does because the huge monster butt plug in his arse would make him come on the spot if he did 😌
John having the stamina of an ox and dragging sex out until Sherlock is a boneless, mindless, sweaty pile whose voice catches on every whimper he makes.