vitruvianwatson:

On the nights when John tops, he likes to have Sherlock flat on his back, his legs bent and bracketed around John’s hips as John presses into him, one hand gripping the headboard for leverage, the other locked with Sherlock’s, fingers intertwined, pressing Sherlock’s hand back against the mattress by his head while he rocks in and out, slowly, so slowly, focusing on every sweet glide of his cock into Sherlock’s body.  He likes to be able to kiss Sherlock’s neck, to tease his nipples with his tongue, to watch every expression of ecstasy that crosses Sherlock’s beautiful face when Sherlock takes his own cock in hand and strokes himself in time with John’s thrusts until he comes with a strangled moan.

On the nights when John bottoms, he likes to lay flat on his stomach, to feel the warm, comforting weight of Sherlock’s entire body pressing him down into the mattress as Sherlock rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, mouthing at the back of John’s neck, his breath harsh and uneven in John’s ear.  He likes to feel Sherlock curved over him, Sherlock’s hair tickling his skin, Sherlock’s hands curling around the backs of his own where they’re gripping the sheets, Sherlock holding him with his whole body.  And he loves that he can always tell when Sherlock is close because that’s when Sherlock will struggle to get one hand in between John’s body and the bed, long fingers wrapping around John’s cock as best they can in the tight space, and that’s when he’ll breathe, “John” in the most beautiful voice John has ever heard.

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