A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So a while ago I wrote a oneshot called Kiss the Cook and a few of you ( forestlock Moony_The_Wolf523 and Kristin5687) (Kudos to Kristin for bugging me about it lol love ya girl<3) asked for a part two where John makes Sherlock wait before sex. SMUT WARNING!!!!!! I like to think that Sherlock would have a bit of an exhibitionist side to him ;) Enjoy<3

"Welcome Sherlock!" The cheery voice of Angelo welcomed John and Sherlock as they entered the little restaurant. Sherlock smiled and let the bubbly man pull him in for a hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Table for the two of you then?" Sherlock smiled tightly and nodded, taking his and John's jacket and hanging them on the available hooks.

"With a candle, if you don't mind Angelo." John piped up, a cheeky grin on his face. Angelo clapped and crowed loudly, grabbing John's face and pressing a wet kiss to both of his cheeks, congratulating the pair. He led them to their seats, insisting on making them something special. John turned to face Sherlock, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. "You look lovely tonight." He whispered, smiling softly. Sherlock blushed, looking away and shifting uncomfortably.

"I could say the same for you." John chuckled, placing a hand on Sherlock's thigh and squeezing lightly. He leaned in close and whispered, his voice dark and sultry.

"Remember that first night? The night you kissed me while I wore that apron?" John could hear as Sherlock swallowed thickly and nodded. He knew the detective could see where he was going with this. "Do you remember what I told you?" He trailed his hand slightly higher along Sherlock's thigh, not missing the way he shifted in his seat. "Do you Love?"

"Y-Yes John." John grinned in satisfaction, knowing he had the younger man's attention.

In the past few weeks, John had learned just how sensitive Sherlock was to hearing John speak. John could have the younger man trembling with need and begging to be fucked, simply by telling him what he wanted to do to him.

"I told you I wanted to make you wait, make you sit nicely and eat your dinner while I tease you, while I drive you mad." Sherlock was already trembling, licking his lips and twitching his fingers.

Angelo came by, pouring wine and asking the boys about their relationship. John played nice, smiling and answering his questions politely. His fingers kept trailing along the inner seam of Sherlock's trousers, sneaking higher with each pass. Angelo finally left and John leaned back in, gently nipping at Sherlock's ear and hearing the soft sound that fell from his lover's throat.

"God, you're so beautiful when you're like this, all trembling and needy. Makes me want to take you home and fuck you into the mattress." Sherlock whimpered, shifting uncomfortably and licking his lips, his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. "Do you think Angelo knows? Do you think he can see how hard you are right now?"

"J-John-" Sherlock' voice was rough and desperate, and it sent a spark of arousal through John's body.

"I love how receptive you are, how easily you respond to my voice. I bet I could make you come like this, couldn't I?" Sherlock whimpered and closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing.

Angelo arrived, dropping their plates of pasta in front of them, asking a few more questions before refilling their wine glasses and leaving.

"Eat your food Love, like a good boy."

"John, please-" John pulled his hand off Sherlock's thigh and sent him a serious glare.

"Eat, or this little game is over and we can go home and I will sleep in my old room." Sherlock's eyes widened and he shook his head desperately, picking up his fork and twirling the pasta. John grinned proudly and returned his hand to it's spot on the detective's thigh. "Good boy." He murmured, taking a bite of his own pasta and over-exaggerating a pleased moan at the taste. Sherlock squirmed at the sound, hiding his blush behind his glass as he took a sip of wine.

John's phone vibrated in his pocket, startling him out of his teasing of Sherlock.

Having fun Dr. Watson? – MH

John blanched and looked around the restaurant, searching for the elder Holmes sibling. He found him, smirking at them as he slid Greg Lestrade's jacket onto his shoulders.

How long have you been there? – JW

Long enough – MH

You seem to have quite the hold over my brother – MH

How long have you two been intimate? – MH

I could ask you the same thing – JW

"W-Who are you texting?" Sherlock's wavering voice pulled John's attention back to his flustered lover. He grinned darkly and leaned in, biting Sherlock's ear gently and sliding his hand farther up his leg, flicking his thumb over the erection he found. Sherlock whimpered and squirmed, his hips twitching.

"Your brother is here. On a date with Lestrade." Sherlock gasped, his blush darkening and eyes darting around the room. "Focus on your food Darling." Sherlock sent him a desperate look before scooping another bite of pasta, eating obediently.

Is this how you are making him eat? – MH

I must say, it's a clever tactic – MH

"He knows what I'm doing to you. He can see just how hard I am making you right now." John caught Greg's eye, winking at his friend and wrapping his hand around Sherlock's erection as best he could. Sherlock jolted, dropping his fork and squeezing his eyes shut. John glanced back at Greg to see the other man hiding his laughter behind his hand. "Good boy, giving Greg a little show. He knows too, he can see how desperate you are."

Get a room boys 😉 – GL

That's the plan 😉 – JW

John could hear Greg's laugh as the other men left the restaurant, and he didn't miss the way Sherlock's erection hardened slightly under his palm.

"Oh, you naughty boy, you liked that didn't you? It makes you hard, knowing that people might know how hard I make you? I can feel you, getting harder under my hand. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that makes me?"

"J-John-"

"Fuck, Babe, you had better hurry and finish your food. I really want to get you home to bed." Sherlock whined and nodded, taking another bite of pasta.

Five minutes later, John was leading an anxious Sherlock out of the restaurant. They raced home, both holding their coats in front of them.

They arrived at Baker street and John quickly found himself slammed against the wall of the foyer, Sherlock pawing at his clothes and kissing him deeply. John laughed and threaded his fingers through the thick curls of his lover, tugging his head back enough to breathe.

"Upstairs. Bed. Now." Sherlock whined, grabbing at John's shirt and tugging it out of his trousers.

"No, please, I can't wait." John tightened his grip on Sherlock's curls and tugged his head back farther, loving the cry it pulled from the taller man.

"Upstairs now, and I'll fuck you over the sofa until you scream." Sherlock moaned, but he pulled back, gripping John's shirt and leading him up the stairs.

They tugged at each other's clothes as they stumbled along, their hands desperately searching for more skin. They tumbled into the flat, John latched onto Sherlock's throat and Sherlock pushing John's shirt off his shoulders.

They fought with each other's clothes, each desperate for the feel of the other's skin. Once the burden of clothes were gone, John kissed Sherlock deeply, pulling him close against him, rubbing their straining erections together.

"Turn around Love." He whispered, placing his hands on the taller man's hips and spinning him around. He pressed a hand against Sherlock's shoulder, encouraging him to bend over the arm of the sofa. "Fuck Sherlock, you are so fucking beautiful."

"J-John!" He grinned, leaning down and sucking a mark on one of his pale shoulder blades. "John please, I-I need- n-need- fuck please!" John shushed his lover with a series of soothing kisses to his spine.

"Just breathe Love, I've got you." John reached for the bottle of lube he had stashed there earlier that day, slicking his fingers and slowly working Sherlock open.

He loved the sounds that Sherlock made, the little whimpers and moans that made his body burn with arousal.

"J-John, John please-" John carefully pulled his fingers out of Sherlock, stepping away and patting the trembling man's arse lightly. "J-John?"

"Come on Beautiful." He stepped around and sat in the middle of the sofa, quickly slicking his erection and patting his thighs, grinning dangerously up at Sherlock. "I'm waiting." Sherlock stared, blinking for a moment before gasping sharply as his brilliant mind finally connected the dots. He stumbled forward, straddling John's hips and leaning down to kiss him deeply.

John gripped his hips with one hand and used his other hand to guide himself into Sherlock's body. John moaned as Sherlock sank down on him, looking up at his lover and feeling his breath knocked from his lungs at the sight.

Sherlock's eyes were closed and his head was tossed back. He was biting down on his bottom lip and trembling. His lips parted and a deep moan fell from his lips as he finally slid fully onto John's erection. They were still for a few moments, letting each other adjust to the overwhelming sensations.

Sherlock started to move, subtle rocking of his hips that left both men gasping.

"Oh God, Babe, you've got to move, please." John begged, gripping Sherlock's hips just shy of too tight and forcing the taller man to move. Sherlock giggled and started moving, rocking his hips in just the right way.

The pace went from gentle and experimental to rough and desperate quickly.

"Fuck, you're perfect." John whispered, leaning forward and gently nipping and sucking at Sherlock's nipples. "God, I love you so much. Seeing you like that, all desperate and hard as fuck under my hand, fuck me that was hot." Sherlock whimpered and moved impossibly faster, each movement passing over his prostate.

John moved one of his hands from Sherlock's hips to the leaking erection jutting out from his lover's waist. Sherlock keened at the contact and his movements became erratic.

"That's it you beautiful thing, come for me. I want to feel you coming around me." Sherlock came with a cry, his muscles tightening around John's member, pulling his own orgasm from him. He spilled within Sherlock with a shout of his name, holding the trembling man still as he finished.

Sherlock collapsed against him, breathing heavily and trembling almost violently. Lost in their post-orgasmic haze, both men started giggling.

"Do remind me to thank Mrs. Hudson for buying you that damned apron."

"Already done. I made her a batch of cookies with a little card that said 'Thanks'." Sherlock laughed harder, tucking his face against John's neck. "So, you have a bit of an exhibitionist kink, eh?" John could almost hear the blush taking over his lover's face as he nuzzled deeper against John's neck. "Is it just people you know, or anyone?"

"I'm not talking about this John."

"Come on! Either we talk about it, or I get to experiment." Sherlock leaned back, mischief in his eyes.

"Well, I'm really not opposed to you experimenting if it will end like this." John laughed, pulling his lover down for a kiss.

He could have fun with this.