You pushed them down until your arms could extend no further, leaving him to push them off onto the floor by himself. He rid himself of the pants quickly, and you could feel the more than obvious bulge even more prominently now.
One of his hands ghosted southwards to your hips, teasing at the elastic band that adorned them, long fingers teasing the thing fabric inch by inch down your legs, his lips still firmly attached to yours, both of your tongues fighting feverishly for dominance.
As soon as the last of the fabric that you were once wearing was thrown promptly across the room, you shivered, feeling Sherlock’s cool fingertips ghost across your midsection, resting his forehead on yours, his other hand lacing through your hair, keeping you close. The hand that was sending shivers across your whole body moved upwards, teasing just below one of your breasts. You bit your lower lip to keep from groaning as he teased you, a triumphant smirk on his lips.
You glared up at him, looking into his icy blue eyes, watching him as he stared back into your own (e/c) ones. He leant down to kiss you, an innocent peck on the lips before sliding his hand up to cup your breast fully, your back arching at the gentle touch, letting him roll his fingers along the curved flesh. You made small noises in the back of your throat, wordlessly begging him for more.
He chuckled, kissing you deeper, while your hands desperately pulled off the last of Sherlock’s clothing, flinging it away from you like it was on fire.
Your hands grazed all over his back, fingertips digging into his skin as his hands worked magic across your body. You sighed against his lips as his hands gripped both of your legs, pulling them up and around his hips, your ankles locking together to keep your legs from going anywhere.
He bent down just a little further to kiss your neck, teeth grazing every once in a while against your soft skin, hands holding your back firmly, pressing your chest to his.