This oneshot is so fucking gay im sure you'll be shitting rainbows when you're done. And maybe even suck 3 lollipops, and eat 20 bananas cus damn

This shit gay.

And, god jesus christ, you'll have to go to the dentist from getting a toothache BECAUSE HOLY SHIT THIS IS RLLY FLUFFY I CANT.

Anyways, enjoy! :)

As Sherlock awoke that morning from the sunlight slowly pooling into the room from the window, his eyes slowly focused to the room around him and sighed, feeling his flatmates warmth fall over him in a blanket of pure snuggles.

Sherlock smiled lazily, and turned over to see a sleeping John, who had a light smile of his face, and Sherlock bit his lip to supress a sigh at the cuteness of his blogger, and closed his eyes, snuggling closer to him, resting his bare chest against Johns, and pushing his head into his neck as if to sink deep into John (AN HAHAHA... innuendos c:)

He felt Johns breath stutter a bit, as he gained conciousness, and felt his flatmates arms wrap around his bare back and pull him closer, nuzzling his face deep into Sherlocks dark curls, making Sherlock giggle lightly, and kiss the exposed skin on Johns neck, making him sigh in contentment.

After a while of holding eachother, Sherlock pulled away from John slowly, who whined at the lack of body, and Sherlock let out another giggle, and John opened his eyes to half hooded, and looked up at him with a lazy smile.

"Morning, love," John spoke, sleep still full in his voice.

Sherlock felt his heart spring to life and an aching feeling filled his chest and blossomed upward, to his throat, and out from his lips in a whisper full of passion.

"Morning, John,"

-

It was later that morning when John had walked out from the bathroom, after having taken a shower, to find Sherlock frowning at himself, turning about in front of the mirror, looking at his angles.

"Sher- what are you doing?" John asked, completely walking out of the bathroom, with slight humour in his voice.

Sherlock blushed lightly at being caught, and shrugged, turning around, to see John, who looked rather nice.

"You look nice," Sherlock spoke, walking forward to study John closer, and John smiled a bit bigger.

"So very nice. Delicious," Sherlock said darker, and Johns eyebrows shot up, before a sly smile formed on his lips, and he pulled Sherlocks collar down to ravish his mouth.

After a good 5 minutes of snogging, between pants, John suddenly blurted out something he had never said before.

"You're gorgeous," He gleamed, and that made Sherlock freeze.

"Im.. im what?" He asked, breath finally caught from the long kissing session.

Suddenly, John felt very shy, and he looked away.

"I said you're gorgeous Sherlock. Always have been," John said, smiling lightly, and then raised his eyes to look at Sherlock, only to see him frowning a bit.

"No im not," Sherlock pressed, and John stopped smiling.

"What? No, you are," John reassured him, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"No. My cheekbones are too high, and my hair is always a mess and my lips are too wide, and my body is all edgy and my arse is too big and my legs are lanky and im. Not. Gorgeous," Sherlock spoke firmly, and John stared at him.

"What?" John asked, astonished, and Sherlock frowned, looking away.

"Sherlock you've got to be kidding me," He spoke, but Sherlock did not reply, and just went to go sit down om the bed.

John sighed, following him, and sitting next to him.

"I like your cheekbones. And your lips, they're always very plush. And very kissable," John spoke, and Sherlock turned a pink and looked at him, only to feel his cheekbone being carressed, and his lips being smoothed out by Johns, only for a second, before he pulled away.

"You're hair is exactly like sex hair Sherlock, and it always makes you look like you've been shagged," John said, matter of factly, and Sherlocks lips turned into a small 'O', and then he sighed as he felt Johns fingers run through his hair, only to be tugged lightly in a gentle way.

"Sherlock, i love your body. Its very nice to hold. And you arent edgy, and your hips are also nice to hold. Especially in bed," John winked, and ran his hand slowly down Sherlocks side, and Sherlock sighed loving the praise he was recieving, only for John to tug him closer, and soon Sherlock was sitting on his lap while John continued to run his hands up and down Sherlocks sides slowly.

"And you're arse is perfect and i love it. In fact, its the 3rd thing i love most of all on your body," He said, moving his hand down Sherlocks back, and squeezing his arse, and Sherlock gasped, and then giggled, sticking his toungue out, and John looked up at him with sincereity, and Sherlock sighed.

"And, yeah you're legs are lanky, but thats really cute to be quiet honest, and their very nice legs, and always catch me off guard when your running," John spoke, moving his hands from Sherlocks rear and past his hips to move them slowly down Sherlocks thighs and then off to the side past his knees, and Sherlock moaned softly.

"And," John said, moving his hand, and pulling Sherlocks face down to kiss him, closed mouth and sweet.

"You," He said, pulling away lightly and then biting Sherlocks lower lip.

"Are," He traced his toungue on Sherlocks bitten lip, and then moved his head to Sherlocks neck.

"Gorgeous," And Sherlock gasped very loudly, as he felt John begin to create a love bite, and he sighed, loving the feeling.

After a while, John pulled away to look up at Sherlock, who was smiling down at him.

"Do you agree, or do i need to do more than just kiss you?" John winked, and Sherlock flushed, before smirking.

"I would agree, but i feel like im missing out on an opprotunity if i did," Sherlock said, kissing him lightly, and John chuckled a bit.

"Then you wont," He whispered.

*breathes* fucking gay fucks jesus