Bothersome

Before he could second-guess himself, John leaned forward to press a whisper soft kiss to those smirking lips. Sherlock made a quiet little noise, responding with equal tenderness as they shifted together, sinking into a warm embrace. Gradually the kisses changed from chaste and exploratory to hot, open-mouthed, groaning; the slide of bare skin and tangled limbs lighting a fire in John's chest, burning away his embarrassment.