On the nights when Sherlock bottoms, he likes to straddle John and sink down slowly, letting himself feel every inch of John’s cock as it slides into him until his arse is pressed down into the cradle of John’s hips. He likes to stay that way for a minute or two, just breathing, his eyes closed and his hands on John’s chest, which rises and falls in a rhythm with his own. He likes to lean forward, gripping John’s shoulders as John rocks up into him, gently at first, John’s hands tight on his hips, then moving to brush teasing fingers over his nipples, pulling low sounds from deep within Sherlock’s chest. And he loves it when John bends his knees, feet flat on the bed, and thrusts up hard into him because that’s when Sherlock stops thinking and can only feel. And sometimes he finds he can’t hold himself up, so John takes control, rolls him over and pushes back into him in one swift motion that makes Sherlock have to press his hands to the headboard to keep from being jolted back, and John’s cock hits just the right spot, his hand curled around Sherlock’s cock, stroking him hard and fast until Sherlock’s breath comes in gasps and pants, and he can’t say anything except “John, John, John” until he comes hard enough to make his vision go white.
On the nights when Sherlock tops, he likes to roll John onto his side after he’s worked him open, likes to curl up behind him in the bed and tease at John’s entrance with shallow thrusts, just pushing the head of his cock in before pulling out again until John is sweating and shaking with need, until John gasps his name in that way that sounds like begging. That’s when Sherlock likes to pull John tightly against his chest and push all the way into him, one hand splayed out against John’s quivering stomach, holding him there while he thrusts in and out, in and out. He likes the strangled sound John makes when Sherlock bites down hard into his shoulder, muffling his own groans. And after he comes, shuddering, inside of John, he turns him onto his back and takes John’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him down and recording every sound, every bit of praise, every curse that comes out of his mouth as he works his tongue and hollows his cheeks and sucks until John comes down his throat.