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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV), Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson, Sherlock_Holmes_&_John_Watson
  Character:
      Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson
  Additional Tags:
      Johnlock_Fluff
  Collections:
      Pure_Johnlock_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-03 Words: 501
****** A Moment of Passion ******
by LifeOnSarz
Summary
     John and Sherlock share a moment of torrid passion.
Notes
     Okay, this is my first bit of fanfiction, and - although I have
     written erotica before - my first bit of smut in a while, and my
     first ever gay piece. I may be a bit rusty, but I hope that this is
     at least an enjoyable piece to read.
“Oh, John,” Sherlock mumbled into John’s soft blond hair, “You are my
everything, you know? You …” He struggled to find the words, but John hushed
him with a long, lingering kiss.
“I know, Sherlock,” he whispered, breathlessly. “In a way, I think I’ve always
known.” John ran his hands over Sherlock’s smooth, muscular torso, pushing him
backwards towards the bed until he fell onto the mattress, mouth slightly open
in surprise. John climbed on top of him, straddling him, kissing first his
abdomen, then working his way up to his chest, finally flicking his tongue
tantalisingly over Sherlock’s left nipple, relishing the faint saltiness of his
skin.
Sherlock moaned softly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he took John’s
shoulders in his hands, and brought his face up to meet his own. Their eyes
locked for a brief moment before passion consumed them once more, and their
kisses became more torrid, more urgent - hands grasping at each other’s flesh,
clutching and tugging as they both let their arousal become complete. One look
as John’s face let Sherlock know that this was the time, and he released his
grip, rolling swiftly onto his stomach beneath John, and he instantly felt
John’s erect length pressed against his lower back, sliding down between his
buttocks, and penetrating him with a firm, confident thrust.
He moaned in delight as John moved inside him, feeling the faint wisp of his
chest hair brushing against his back, the hot draught of John’s breath on his
neck as he whispered “I love you, Sherlock Holmes.” Sherlock’s breath caught in
his throat as he gasped back “I love you too, John.” John’s hands reached
around Sherlock’s chest, holding him as he raised his upper body slightly and
thrust himself ever deeper into Sherlock; his own arousal becoming almost too
much to bear, but knowing that he wanted Sherlock to be satisfied before he
could find his own release.
Softly, he lowered his face to Sherlock’s neck, kissing his gently at first,
then harder, more urgently, taking his skin between his teeth and biting
tenderly down on the smooth, soft flesh. Sherlock moaned again and his back
arched slightly; John knew that his climax had almost been reached, and felt
both elated and slightly sad that it would soon be over one more time. But
there would always be more, now that they had finally admitted their love. His
breathing quickened - Sherlock grabbed for his hand and gasped “now”, and John
thrust harder and faster into him until neither of them could contain
themselves any longer, and climaxed together, almost crying with passion,
relief, and ecstasy; rocking and pulsating together, locked in the moment,
Sherlock leaning his head back, and John gasping kisses into his open lips.
They lay together, holding on to each other’s naked form, wishing that this
moment could last forever; hoping that nothing would ever break their love, and
knowing that this was the perfection that they had searched for: the love of
their lives.
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