Crash into me.

 It had been a boundless case, during the course of which Holmes hadn't eaten, slept or paid so much as a smile to anyone. It was, of course, no change to his usual behaviour while on any hunt. When the crook had been caught,  the detective could barely stand still as Lestrade declared the case closed. He gave Watson a relieved grin. The doctor adored this particular smile; it made Holmes' face seem less haggard.  

As they crossed the yard to their carriage , Holmes couldn't help but brush his fingers against the doctors. It was slow and affectionate albeit suggestive.    

“Good show, Holmes!” Watson exclaimed as they climbed into the coach, "You are well deserving of a hot supper and a bath." 

The door of the carriage closed, the blinds shut against the night air. Holmes swiftly reached forward and pressed his lips against Watson's. One hand linked around the doctor's neck, the other braced against the back of the seat.  

“The only thing  I deserve when we return is you, my dear Watson.” He whispered as they broke for breath.  

“Holmes, this is most inappropriate.” Watson gasped.  

The detective smirked. He kissed him hard again, the doctor obliged and allowed the man's tongue to slip into his mouth. Holmes moaned and brought one knee up to balance upon the seat. 

“God, Watson, I've missed you.”  

The doctor blushed, taking one look at the bulge at Holmes' crotch. 

“So I can see.”  

Watson kissed along Holmes' jaw. He gently rubbed his erection through the fabric and the detective bit at his bottom lip. The buttons of his shirt proved a challenge, however, Watson managed and sucked at the collar bones. He could feel the heat pooling between his own legs. He was growing harder and harder with each moan and jerk of Holmes' body.  

“W-watson.” Holmes gasped, “Wait. At this rate I shall spend in my trousers. W-we are almost at Baker street.” 

“Indeed. We should wait until we are in the privacy of our own rooms.” 

“And horizontal.”   

Holmes sat  down next to the doctor who seemed to take great pleasure in torturing him. His hand rubbed along Holmes thigh and came dangerously close to the detective's aching erection. More than once the man was left breathless and gripping onto the fabric of the seats to keep from shaking.  

"You have excellent control." Watson whispered into his ear. 

"I bloody well have to with such a fiend as you!"  

The carriage came to an abrupt halt and Holmes was first out, keys in the door and over the threshold.  Watson caught him hungrily once in the safety of their own hallway.  

“Mrs Hudson is out.” Watson said, mouthing along Holmes' and down his neck.  

“Ah. Good.” Holmes started, but was interrupted when Watson sucked a line along his collar bone. He swallowed thickly, “ W-we should move to my rooms.”  

His shirt was torn from him. 

“Bedroom, Watson. Now.”  

The demanding tone of Holmes' voice sent a jolt to Watson's groin and he felt his cock growing harder.  

They headed up to Holmes' room, still kissing and fumbling. Holmes' struggled with Watson's waist coat and shirt, some of the buttons came off in his hands and Watson mumbled something about owing him a new one. It was open by the time they reached the bedroom, the waist coat , jacket and shirt were thrown to the floor and accompanied by Holmes' own. Watson was pushed back against the bed while the detective straddled his waist.  

Watson bucked his hips up against Holmes' trouser clad groin. The detective began to nip and suck at the skin of Watsons' chest, paying special attention to the scar upon his left shoulder. He gently licked at the puckered skin, his tongue documenting the exact shape and location of the wound.  His hands tweaked at Watsons' nipples before ghosting along his  ribs and coming to rest on his waist. The detective hummed in to the flesh, he took each hardened nipple into his mouth and bit down. Watson arched up against him and growled.  

“Get on with it, will you!” Watson growled. 

“I do believe I am the one who has been starved of release for much too long.” 

“A-any release?”  

“None what so ever.”  

Holmes' hands fumbled with Watson's belt. He slid the trousers from his body, dipped to remove his shoes and threw both items with the rest of the garments.  He observed every inch of Watson's body. The man was not perfect, his scars and battle wounds made that clear, but his fine physique, scultped from the years of military service was beautiful. Holmes often thought of burning all the man's clothes; for such a body should not be hidden from the world. His eyes came to rest on his lover's hard cock. He licked his lips.   

“My, we are in want.”  

Holmes ducked his head to Watson’s' navel. He licked and sucked while his hands dragged down the man's body.  And then Watson felt Holmes' lips on his cock, tongue lapping gently at the pre-cum. Watson gasped and reached for Holmes' leg, but he feels fabric instead of skin.  

His hips bucked upwards. 

“Remove your trousers.” Watson gasped.   

Holmes grined down at him before promptly removing the rest of his garments. Watson groaned at the mere sight of the man before him. His body so perfect, so toned and and desirable. Just watching the muscles moving below Holmes' flesh made his cock ache.  

“Holmes. Christ, get over here.”  

“And if I don't?”  

Watson was up in a second, pinning the detective against the wall, his cock pushed against his ass and his breath in his ear. 

“I'll take you right here. No mercy, Sherlock.” His voice was needy and demanding. 

Holmes felt his cock twitch. He moaned against the wallpaper and pushed back against Watson's wet cock.  

Holmes was thrown to the bed. Watson brought his hands up behind his head and pinned them into the mattress. 

“I do believe you are the one in need of release. Not me.” 

“W-watson. I need more.”  

"First sign of addiction." 

"I-I have an addictive nature." 

"Now you are addicted to sex?" 

"You! I am addicted to you!" 

Holmes bucked up wards, seeking friction for his aching dick. He moaned, whined and begging Watson to just take him. The doctor released one hand, as he proceeded to play with the detective's nipples, and took both of their throbbing cocks. He stroked them firmly, moving his body in time with the rhythm. Holmes moaned and draged his nails along Watson’s' back.  

“Christ, b-been too long.” He whined, “Need you, John.”  

Holmes could feel the heat pooling in his stomach. He reached his legs around Watson's back and pulled him downwards into a deep kiss. He moaned into the doctors mouth and his hips bucked up wards.  

“J-john.” he whined as the parted, a trail of saliva between them. 

Holmes griped the fabric of the sheets, the heat rising further and further until he was seeing stars. He cried Watson's name and beged all the Gods in heaven that he may never leave. Watson reached climax minutes after and collapsed along side the detective onto the bed.  

Holmes' stomach was sticky with their semen. He trailed a finger through it and brought it to his mouth. 

“You are not going to taste it, surely?!” Watson giggled. 

“You taste wonderful, I have been there”  

“You are a most extraordinary man.”