#johnitary

John never minded how Jim could be at times. He found it amusing that the criminal would sometimes mess up his clothes before the doctor left, or leave a lipstick stained kiss on his cheek or shirt collar. It was rather adorable at times, especially the innocent eyes that would be given after. John also didn't mind the under the breath grumbling when he covered his neck, or the lust soaken murmurs breathed into his skin. He especially loved the latter, each sentence met with a shiver of approval.

"Wonder how long till Sherlock can deduce that you're mine."

John tried not to laugh, fumbling with the buttons of Jim's shirt. That was always how the murmurs started, with some sort of playful musing. So far the detective hadn't caught on, still believing that John was seeing a woman named Jane. An increase in bite marks and hickeys left on his skin certainly wouldn't change that but the doctor let his boyfriend continue doing so.

"Maybe I should lend you one of my shirts...how many people does he know that wears Westwood?"

John snorted a bit, softly tugging the dress shirt off from the Irishman's pale body. He didn't get a chance to stare for long, a cold hand touching his neck ever so gently. As if that was some kind of cue the doctor found himself tilting his head to the side a bit. Jim raised a brow at that before grinning a bit, pressing a kiss to the corner of John's lips.

"How cute, you already know that you're mine, Johnny boy..."

That damn nickname. It nearly broke the moment before those soft lips touched the doctor's neck, staying still for a moment as if contemplating. John felt his heart pounding already, looping an arm around his partner's torso loosely. Suddenly Jim pulled back from John's neck, tilting his head in thought.

"Maybe I should just bite your lips instead. After all, Sherlock seems to always be staring at them!"

A soft huff of annoyance followed those words, Jim's eyes darkening a bit. John raised a brow, untilting his head. This was new, exciting. He noticed the criminal's eyes locked onto his lips, contemplating his next move almost. A small shiver rushed through the doctor; he loved that look, loved how no matter the outcome it always felt new and exciting. Jim noticed the shiver, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh? Would you like that, dove? Well, that settles it then!"

John didn't get time to take in those words before he was caught up in a kiss, eyes closing with a little hum of surprise. Despite expecting it, the hard nibble was a surprise. His heart was racing even harder now, gripping onto Jim's shoulder tightly. The kiss broke, but the biting didn't. Delicately at first, his bottom lip was nibbled at like a chewy candy. It was a bit strange at first, but at the harder bites he melted. Loving danger and being with Jim Moriarty came in a sweet pair often during sex. So when all that nibbling caused his lip to bleed a bit, John couldn't help but groan softly. That caught Jim's attention again, causing him to pull back and look at his handiwork.

"Perfect...oh, your lip looks so pretty with blood on it dove."

John tried not to lick the blood away, staring at the pleased criminal comfortably in his lap. For a moment there was just heavy breathing and staring, waiting for the other to move. The doctor was the first to do so, pressing his bloody lips onto Jim's neck gently. A hum of surprise came from the criminal at that, making John's heart flutter happily. He continued leaving a trail of kisses down his partner's neck until there wasn't blood left behind, adoring every single little hum and moan from the man.

Jim seemed speechless now, grinning widely and perhaps a bit madly. John didn't mind too much, now wrapping his other arm around his partner. That action seemed to break the awed pause, the criminal nuzzling his face in the crook of John's neck.

The softness of the moment didn't last, already marks being bitten and sucked into the doctor's skin, more and more mumbles in between pouring out like honey.

"I wonder if Sherlock is ever jealous when he sees what I've done to you, dove...how hilarious, he's jealous of me!"

"Don't hide your neck tomorrow, dove, I want to see everything I did...make sure it's perfect before I let you go. After all, you deserve perfection."

"I could spend a whole day just doing this...though it might get boring after a couple hours. Or it might not. You have yet to bore me after all."

The only other touch was Jim's hand gently pushing John's chin to the angle he needed to continue, taking care to never be too rough. That could come in later. It seemed too soon when the criminal seemed satisfied with his handiwork, kissing over the reddened bite marks gently. His dark eyes looked to John innocently. The look drove him wild, a quiet whine for more slipping out.

The criminal raised a brow playfully, hands sliding down to the waistband of the doctor's pants. It was never this specific order, sometimes the murmurs and biting would come during (if possible), or after. It felt like some sort of tease when it came before. John wondered if Jim knew that, unable to form any other noise but a desperate whine.

"Shh, dove, be patient. Wouldn't want to rush things now would we?"

Jim had a point, he always had a point. John scrunched up his nose, looking away to show his agreement. Messy and rushed was nice at times, but the rare time they could spend the night together didn't deserve that. Slow, loving, romantic even...that was perfect. Seeming to be finished teasing, the mastermind finished undressing himself and the doctor, his neck with dried blood kisses like some kind of painting.

The rest of the time spent was the slow and loving time that John clung onto when he was unable to see his boyfriend again. The memories of making each other laugh, whatever way was taken to fill lustful desire, the gentle way Jim was after it all...

"We're so silly when it comes to love...I want to show the world you're mine and you enjoy that. Then we carry on as if my musings alone couldn't drive you mad."

"Jim, it's too late to start again. We have work, remember?"

Another sweet laugh rumbled from the Irishman before breaking into a yawn. It was dark but John hoped his boyfriend could deduce the 'I told you so' facial expression he had.