It just natural for us to be in this position. Sherlock under me, arching his neck to kiss me, and me on top, leaning down to kiss him. It's just right - like baby bear's porridge. 

Sherlock squirms and I pull back. A bit of spit dribbles down my chin as I do so but I wipe it away quickly, not wanting Sherlock to see something so disgusting. I'm new to kissing but Sherlock doesn't need to see me fail to keep the saliva to a minimum.

Sherlock brings his hands to my chest, admiring it once again. His long fingers explore every inch of skin on the upper front of my body and I don't have an ounce of control over the way my body reacts, the erection that had dulled coming rapidly back to life. The smirk on Sherlock's face tells me he wasn't exactly complaining about this reaction. 

Soon, I'm working open the buttons on his shirt. "You turn"

We both laugh but stop and just smile once Sherlock's shirt in dropped to the floor. 

I use my hands to feel his toned chest, running them up as if smoothing out fabric. "Mm. Lovely"

My fingers brush his erect nipples and he automatically sucks in a breath and stills. His cheeks reddeing and the rather telling bulge between his legs hardens, nudging my thigh in a plead for attention. 

Well, if it's attention it wants.. 

I slide my hand down and grope him, squeezing and palming. The gasp it pulls from him is utterly beautiful. I can't help but tease him. I pull my hand away with a smirk. 

Sherlock whines, canting his hips up and trying to get that contact back between my hand and his man parts. 

"Tutt, tutt. Patience, Sherlock"

"I want to hurt you" He grunts. 

"Can't take a bit of teasing?" I laugh, sticking my togue out at him because I'm a child like that. 

"Jim..." I glare and he smirks, continuing in an innocent voice. "It's just a bit of teasing"

Huffing, I pop open the button on his jeans and yank down the zip. Sherlock smirks and lays back, looking pleased with himsellf. He clearly thinks he's won. Heh. Just wait, Sherlock.. Just you wait. 

Handjobs are easy. It's just like jerking yourself off except you're holding a different cock. That means I should be bloody brilliant at this after all the practise I've had. It also means I know exactly how to make this end far, far too fast. 

I wrap my hand around him at the base and squeeze ever so slightly before my hand is moving up and my thumb is brushing the senstive underside of his dick. Then, before I even blink, my hand is moving down again. 

Sherlock moans loudly, pushing his hips up again  When my pace doesn;t slow, his eyes widen.

"I'm - Stop.. Too fast. I'll come!"

I smile. "I know"

"I'm not as young as you! I don't pop.. oh, fuck.. I don't - don't pop erections every two minutes"

"I know" I repeat

 Sherlock's eyes grow larger when he realises what I'm doing. "Jame- Ah!" Sherlock moans once again, unable to ignore what's happening. "Please. I'm sorry. Don't eh... end this now"

 I release him and he immediately takes a deep breath, regaining his composure and sitting up slightly. He glares at me. "That was cruel"

I just shrug and pour my focus into aiding him in removing the rest of our clothing. That was a far more interesting subject, in my opinion. Once we're naked, I climb on his lap again. 

"You've got a lovely body" Sherlock tells me, sliding his hands all over my waist and chest before his hands slide down my back to squeeze my arse. 

There's no cotrolling the way I snort at his words. "How can you say that when you've got this?" I pinch his stomach - it's solid and flat and nice to touch. 

Sherlock frowns. "You're not fat"

"I know" I laugh at him this time. "I'm not saying that I'm fat - just that you definitely have a nicer body than me. My body's nothing special"

Sherlock sits up, almost throwing me off him (but his quick hands slide around my back to prevent that). "I think you're wonderful"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" He nods. 

"If I'm so wonderful, why don't you stop going on about it and kiss me or something, then?"

Sherlock chuckles and places one of his gigantic paws - seriously, he's hands are huge - on my neck to drag me down into a kiss. About bloody time. 

"Do you want to move to the bedroom?" Sherlock asks when he pulls back long enough to do so. 

I shake my head. "Not today"

I can see that he wants to ask. Desperately. Thankfully, though, he just nods and presses kisses to my lips. "Okay. Another time, then"

"Definitely" I agree before pushing on his shoulder to force him to lay back on the sofa once again. 

God, I love how he does what I tell him to. I don't say it verbally but he's following my say. I push him, he lays down. I shiver, excited my the sudden surge of power. 

Once I start to grind myself down into his gorgeous self again, neither of us last a long time. Sherlock goes first, a soft gasp leaving his lips as he orgasm hits and he jerks and spills semen between us. A few seconds after, I add to the sticky messy.

It seemed like a lot of build up for not a whole lot but I don't mind so much. For the time being, I want to take this a bit on the slow side. Just so I can be sure of myself and what I want. Also.. I want Sherlock desperate when I take him for the first time. I want to spend hours torturing him with my tongue and fingers before finally, after he's begged, giving him what he wants. 

I smirk to myself just as Sherlock yawns. 

"We should shower" He says, eyes drooping. 

"Are you serious? It's not even three in the afternoon and you're tired!" 

"Shut up" He laughs, nudging me weakly. "I was up late cleaning"

"Ugh. You're such an old man"

"I'm twenty five!" Sherlock argues. 

I smirk at his outburst. His age, finally! Twenty five... Yeah, he does look about that age. I would say the youngest he'd be is twenty two and there's no way he looks over twenty eight. 

So. Twenty five. That means he's nine years older than me. 

"Nine years" I say, still laying on him and not planning on moving anytime soon. 

"Hm?" Sherlock hums, arm looping around my waist. Guess he doesn't mind us laying here covered in come either. 

"That's the difference between us. Nine years"

"Oh. Does it matter?"

"Not really"  I shrug. "It's just guess not to have to guess anymore, I suppose"

There's a pause. 

"We should go somewhere" He says at length, almost hesitant. 

"Like a date?" He nods at my question and I frown. "But what if we're seen? Isn't that a bit of a risk?"

Sherlock frowns back at me. "Have you forgotten where we are?"

I blink at him. What the hell is he on about? Does he think I'm stupid? We're at his flat, of course I know -- Ooh! His flat in London. Or, more specifically, his flat in the part of London where none of the other teachers live because it adds an hour on to their journey into work. 

"You're positive none of them live around here?" I check

"The closest is J- Mr. Watson and he's half an hour from here" He nods, calm. 

There's a chance that they've travelled further into London but still, what's life without a little risk? 

"All right. A date, then. Oh! Let's go see that new spy movie. That looks good." 

Sherlock's eyes shine like he's won a trophy. "A movie sounds perfect"

"Don't get any ideas about snogging in the dark corner. I want to see this movie" I narrow my eyes at him. 

For good measure, I pinch his stomach (what little of it there is). He yelps and slaps my hand away, glaring at me. 

"Will you stop abusing me?"

"Shut up. You like it really" I laugh, pinching him again. 

Sherlock's cheeks go pink and I raise an eyebrow. Well, that is definitely something that I'll be looking into later.