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Sherlock stared forward as they landed, wanting to get alone with John as soon as possible. As they finally landed he undid the belt, standing and getting their bags from the top. He waited for John to stretch his leg and shoulder out, him knowing they had to be sore. He kept close to John through the crowd, shooting a dark look at whoever bumped into his husband. His eyes scanned out across the heads before he pointed. “That’s us.” He said down to John to a Italian driver holding a sign that said ‘Holmes’.

“Give me that I’m not incapable..” John said and took a bag from Sherlock, not liking to feel weak at all despite his aching shoulder. He quietly apologised to the people bumping into him, much different to Sherlock’s dark glares. They made their way over to the man with the sign and into a car. “Posh-” John huffed a laugh as they climbed in.

He chuckled as they were lead to their car, putting their baggage in the trunk and sitting in the back. “Mycroft wanted to make sure I didn’t get us kicked out of Italy so he has his people keeping an eye on where we go.” He mused, settling back and taking John’s hand in his own.

“Well lets hope this eye isn’t too close or some of his people will be thoroughly disturbed…” John murmured to him, grinning and squeezing his hand.

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Sherlock took John’s hand and entwined their fingers as he leaned over and started nuzzling his head against John’s neck and jaw. “Told you.” He purred, nothing but in high spirits. It was rare, if not impossible for him to get like this, but there was nothing to make him feel other wise. 

John wasn’t about to complain about the over affectionate Sherlock he’d had since the wedding. Before the wedding he was constantly wired and immersing himself in cases and mental stimulation. It was probably his way to deal with nerves. He chuckled and briefly kissed his hair, putting his seatbelt on as they were due to land.

As one of the attended came by and told him to put his own seatbelt on, he started to argue that if there were to be a problem he’s prefer being able to move as so he can properly save their lives since no one else seemed to think they were capable of such when John elbowed him hard in the side. He made a small noise before smiling as sarcastically as he could up at the woman as he clicked the seat belt in place. As she walked away he made a face at her back, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Most unnecessary.”

“Oi..” John told him quietly. “It’s more than nessecary if I want a living and breathing husband if we crash thank you very much-” He told him and rolled his eyes a bit, amused by his childish demeanor. “Are we getting a taxi to the hotel?” He changed the subject.

He took John’s hand one more, not liking having no contact for even shorts amount of time. “No.” He said, entwining their fingers as this thumb running over the side of his husband’s hand. “A car shall be waiting for us as I have arranged.”

John hummed and gave him a small nod, squeezing his hand affectionately. “Mmm. Very nice.” He murmured to him, leaning in his husband’s shoulder comfortably as they landed. He sucked on a sweet as he did to prevent his ears from popping. He’d always done that when he travelled. John was a creature of habit.

Sherlock stared forward as they landed, wanting to get alone with John as soon as possible. As they finally landed he undid the belt, standing and getting their bags from the top. He waited for John to stretch his leg and shoulder out, him knowing they had to be sore. He kept close to John through the crowd, shooting a dark look at whoever bumped into his husband. His eyes scanned out across the heads before he pointed. “That’s us.” He said down to John to a Italian driver holding a sign that said ‘Holmes’.

“Give me that I’m not incapable..” John said and took a bag from Sherlock, not liking to feel weak at all despite his aching shoulder. He quietly apologised to the people bumping into him, much different to Sherlock’s dark glares. They made their way over to the man with the sign and into a car. “Posh-” John huffed a laugh as they climbed in.

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Sherlock took John’s hand and entwined their fingers as he leaned over and started nuzzling his head against John’s neck and jaw. “Told you.” He purred, nothing but in high spirits. It was rare, if not impossible for him to get like this, but there was nothing to make him feel other wise. 

John wasn’t about to complain about the over affectionate Sherlock he’d had since the wedding. Before the wedding he was constantly wired and immersing himself in cases and mental stimulation. It was probably his way to deal with nerves. He chuckled and briefly kissed his hair, putting his seatbelt on as they were due to land.

As one of the attended came by and told him to put his own seatbelt on, he started to argue that if there were to be a problem he’s prefer being able to move as so he can properly save their lives since no one else seemed to think they were capable of such when John elbowed him hard in the side. He made a small noise before smiling as sarcastically as he could up at the woman as he clicked the seat belt in place. As she walked away he made a face at her back, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Most unnecessary.”

“Oi..” John told him quietly. “It’s more than nessecary if I want a living and breathing husband if we crash thank you very much-” He told him and rolled his eyes a bit, amused by his childish demeanor. “Are we getting a taxi to the hotel?” He changed the subject.

He took John’s hand one more, not liking having no contact for even shorts amount of time. “No.” He said, entwining their fingers as this thumb running over the side of his husband’s hand. “A car shall be waiting for us as I have arranged.”

John hummed and gave him a small nod, squeezing his hand affectionately. “Mmm. Very nice.” He murmured to him, leaning in his husband’s shoulder comfortably as they landed. He sucked on a sweet as he did to prevent his ears from popping. He’d always done that when he travelled. John was a creature of habit.

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Sherlock took John’s hand and entwined their fingers as he leaned over and started nuzzling his head against John’s neck and jaw. “Told you.” He purred, nothing but in high spirits. It was rare, if not impossible for him to get like this, but there was nothing to make him feel other wise. 

John wasn’t about to complain about the over affectionate Sherlock he’d had since the wedding. Before the wedding he was constantly wired and immersing himself in cases and mental stimulation. It was probably his way to deal with nerves. He chuckled and briefly kissed his hair, putting his seatbelt on as they were due to land.

As one of the attended came by and told him to put his own seatbelt on, he started to argue that if there were to be a problem he’s prefer being able to move as so he can properly save their lives since no one else seemed to think they were capable of such when John elbowed him hard in the side. He made a small noise before smiling as sarcastically as he could up at the woman as he clicked the seat belt in place. As she walked away he made a face at her back, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Most unnecessary.”

“Oi..” John told him quietly. “It’s more than nessecary if I want a living and breathing husband if we crash thank you very much-” He told him and rolled his eyes a bit, amused by his childish demeanor. “Are we getting a taxi to the hotel?” He changed the subject.

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He rested his own forehead against John’s slick shoulder, catching his own breath as he smirked. “I wonder if we get jackets.”

John turned some to give him a small smile then said reluctantly. “Come on. We should clean up and get back in there..” He grabbed some loo roll as he did and started to wipe up their mess.

He did the same, though once done he had grabbed John once more and kissed his hard, hair threading into the blond hair and clutching tightly. “I’ll go out first.” He said before kissing John once more. “Then wait four minutes and you can come back out.” Another hard kiss. “Adequate time.” He said simply before John could ask.

John dressed himself and nodded a little. “But how-” He’d only started when Sherlock told him ‘adequate time’. “Oh..Alright then.” He smiled a bit up at Sherlock. “Get going you daft bugger-” He said with a grin as he started to do up Sherlock’s belt for him.

He gave a small pout, giving one last kiss before doing as he was told. He got out and made it back to his seat, leaving John the window seeing as how he could care less about the ‘sights’. He knew that him coming back in would have people’s attention, so after two minutes he did a quick look around to see everyone back to what they were doing, him smirking as he settled back in his seat waiting for John. 

John spent a considerable amount of time making sure he looked nothing like he’d just joined the mile high club. He came out and went to sit by Sherlock, smiling a little at him. “Well. That was fun.” He said quietly as he sat and grinned.

Sherlock took John’s hand and entwined their fingers as he leaned over and started nuzzling his head against John’s neck and jaw. “Told you.” He purred, nothing but in high spirits. It was rare, if not impossible for him to get like this, but there was nothing to make him feel other wise. 

John wasn’t about to complain about the over affectionate Sherlock he’d had since the wedding. Before the wedding he was constantly wired and immersing himself in cases and mental stimulation. It was probably his way to deal with nerves. He chuckled and briefly kissed his hair, putting his seatbelt on as they were due to land.

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He rested his own forehead against John’s slick shoulder, catching his own breath as he smirked. “I wonder if we get jackets.”

John turned some to give him a small smile then said reluctantly. “Come on. We should clean up and get back in there..” He grabbed some loo roll as he did and started to wipe up their mess.

He did the same, though once done he had grabbed John once more and kissed his hard, hair threading into the blond hair and clutching tightly. “I’ll go out first.” He said before kissing John once more. “Then wait four minutes and you can come back out.” Another hard kiss. “Adequate time.” He said simply before John could ask.

John dressed himself and nodded a little. “But how-” He’d only started when Sherlock told him ‘adequate time’. “Oh..Alright then.” He smiled a bit up at Sherlock. “Get going you daft bugger-” He said with a grin as he started to do up Sherlock’s belt for him.

He gave a small pout, giving one last kiss before doing as he was told. He got out and made it back to his seat, leaving John the window seeing as how he could care less about the ‘sights’. He knew that him coming back in would have people’s attention, so after two minutes he did a quick look around to see everyone back to what they were doing, him smirking as he settled back in his seat waiting for John. 

John spent a considerable amount of time making sure he looked nothing like he’d just joined the mile high club. He came out and went to sit by Sherlock, smiling a little at him. “Well. That was fun.” He said quietly as he sat and grinned.

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He rested his own forehead against John’s slick shoulder, catching his own breath as he smirked. “I wonder if we get jackets.”

John turned some to give him a small smile then said reluctantly. “Come on. We should clean up and get back in there..” He grabbed some loo roll as he did and started to wipe up their mess.

He did the same, though once done he had grabbed John once more and kissed his hard, hair threading into the blond hair and clutching tightly. “I’ll go out first.” He said before kissing John once more. “Then wait four minutes and you can come back out.” Another hard kiss. “Adequate time.” He said simply before John could ask.

John dressed himself and nodded a little. “But how-” He’d only started when Sherlock told him ‘adequate time’. “Oh..Alright then.” He smiled a bit up at Sherlock. “Get going you daft bugger-” He said with a grin as he started to do up Sherlock’s belt for him.

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There were two other loo’s on the plane, and since Sherlock put the lock to occupied, he easily calculated there would be no problems. John thinking there was on the other hand just made it all the better. He continued his thrusting and had his hand tighten around John’s throbbing member a bit tighter as he stroked him faster as Sherlock’s stomach began to clench and his legs started to tremble.

In this position John could feel everything. He felt Sherlock tremble and his chest vibrated with the small sounds he made. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He kept that in, he know he’d end up moaning. His head bent down and he let out a small noise he fought to keep in sounding a lot like “Sherlock!” As he came.

Sherlock came seconds after John as he heard John and his own member was clenched as John tightened. He bit John’s shoulder hard as his eyes screwed shut, releasing into John as his entire body trembling.

John rested his forehead against the wall and breathed heavily. “Christ, Sherlock that was good…” He breathed.

He rested his own forehead against John’s slick shoulder, catching his own breath as he smirked. “I wonder if we get jackets.”

John turned some to give him a small smile then said reluctantly. “Come on. We should clean up and get back in there..” He grabbed some loo roll as he did and started to wipe up their mess.

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There were two other loo’s on the plane, and since Sherlock put the lock to occupied, he easily calculated there would be no problems. John thinking there was on the other hand just made it all the better. He continued his thrusting and had his hand tighten around John’s throbbing member a bit tighter as he stroked him faster as Sherlock’s stomach began to clench and his legs started to tremble.

In this position John could feel everything. He felt Sherlock tremble and his chest vibrated with the small sounds he made. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He kept that in, he know he’d end up moaning. His head bent down and he let out a small noise he fought to keep in sounding a lot like “Sherlock!” As he came.

Sherlock came seconds after John as he heard John and his own member was clenched as John tightened. He bit John’s shoulder hard as his eyes screwed shut, releasing into John as his entire body trembling.

John rested his forehead against the wall and breathed heavily. “Christ, Sherlock that was good…” He breathed.

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