Sherlock was surrounded by darkness. He could see nothing. Absolutely nothing. In other situations, he might have been scared now he could not use his deduction skills, but with John's seductive voice rumbling orders in his ear, it was not a hardship. On the contrary. The helplessness of his situation, John in charge, it was all turning Sherlock on.
All those grips and tugs at his clothes... they all immensely surprised Sherlock because he literally didn't see them coming.
And then John's voice. His voice! Oh God, that was just pure sin. He hoped he would say more and more and never stop talking and making obscene noises.
Suddenly, Sherlock felt nips and licks at his jaw and neck. Sherlock gasped of pleasure and surprise. It was good to hear John had had so much trouble holding back today, it only made Sherlock want John more.
"Gruaah-" Sherlock groaned loudly when John rubbed his groin. He was already hard and the heat of John's hand through the fabric, rubbing on him was just the incentive he needed. He bowed over, not in control of his body and groaned again.
John was so fast in unclothing him, unbelievable. It was very exciting, because Sherlock didn't know and couldn't see what John was going to tear off him next. Sherlock let out soft groans at every tug John did at his clothes. The belt snap made Sherlock jump and cry out of surprise. Goosebumps appeared on his arms and neck.
Once Sherlock flipped over, he was uncertain what came next, because John had fully let go of him for a moment. Then, he felt a hard thrust at his buttocks, feeling John's hard member through the rough fabric rubbing at him. He moaned again. He couldn't get anything smart out of his mouth because he was reduced to the senses of feeling. It was very different, yet rather pleasant. Sherlock moaned every time John writhed onto him, his softening thrusts accompanied by hard pinches at his erect nipples. That got straight to his groin. Good, gracious God. It so much did.
Sherlock was panting high breaths as he got up. His bare back scraping over the hard metal buttons of John's outfit. hey were in a standing spooning position now, that's all Sherlock knew. John's hands were going down so tortuously slow. Sherlock wanted more and more and he hoped that it would never stop. He would always be wanting more. Sherlock let his head fall back next to John's head with a sigh. John's breath was warm on his ear and driving him mad. John's hands hadn't done anything yet, it was driving him mad. The anticipation was building up in his abdomen very quickly.
Sherlock wriggled randomly with his fingers and felt the fly of John's trousers. Aha. Sherlock smiled. A new plan formed in his head.
He wriggled with his fingers again, but now more in control. Then, before John could turn away, he cupped John in both palms. A sinful moan escaped John's lips, right in Sherlock's ear, which made Sherlock moan too.
"S-stop that, civilian. How dare you take control?"
Sherlock chuckled.
"What are you going to do about it, Captain? Please, enlighten me."
((Cheeky Sherlock :D))