Safe in His Mouth by scienceofobsession
Johnlock, 2,200 words
When a particularly awful case has Sherlock and John in emotional shreds, they come together to help each other heal in the best way they know how.
I FINALLY WROTE PORN. It’s a bit angsty and H/C but it’s most definitely porn. Hurrah!
Sherlock rises up on his toes, calves and flank firm and perfectly alabaster; his elbow and shoulder now moving in frantic concert. John is caught in it, unable to look away, breathe, move. He chokes on the knowledge that he cannot back away now, no matter how badly he knows he should, and presses the heel of one hand against the firm bulge in his jeans. He soaks in it, indulges in the burn, feels his own touch as if electrified. The battle within him rages: a need to comfort and care fighting with an animal urge to take and quell and fuck. He wonders if he can even claim worry now, hard as he is and wanting; a switch flipped inexplicably fast, a surge crashing down over his carefully-constructed walls. He closes his eyes and abandons himself to following a shiver from his crown to his toes, the fire of it coalescing low in his belly. He breathes in through his nose, trying to push down the overwhelming sensation of panicked arousal. He has to leave, he must. Go, John, he thinks, fabricating a lie that he actually intends to do so.