letalkingmime had a request for alpha Sherlock and beta John, so I wrote it:<\/p>\n
John’s Alpha<\/a> –\u00a0Sherlock’s an alpha, John’s a beta. They always knew they would bond.<\/p>\n teaser below the cut<\/p>\n <\/p>\n John had known from the moment of meeting him that Sherlock was an alpha. He\u2019d known within the first hour that the man wanted to mate with him, despite his not being an omega of any sort. And he realized he wanted to give himself just as much as he was wanted. Of course it took them some time longer to actually get to that point, taking the long way round.<\/p>\n Now here they were, ensconced in Sherlock\u2019s bed. John was no virgin, but he felt nervous as a blushing bride as he sat naked against the headboard. He knew they\u2019d planned this out as well as they could, that he was physically capable of taking his lover and that before the night was over he\u2019d feel a knot inside of him. He also knew beyond any doubt that he loved Sherlock and was loved in return, and that the image of a bride wasn\u2019t so far off. After tonight they\u2019d be mated, as if they weren\u2019t practically bonded already.<\/p>\n Sherlock closed the door. He\u2019d stripped down to his pants, but left them on for the moment. The room was dim, with candles making an effort at romance. John smiled at his lover as he came to the bed and crawled to him, leaning in to capture his lips in a heartbreaking kiss. Moaning softly he parted his mouth, smoothing his hands down Sherlock\u2019s back, relaxing underneath him. They\u2019d done plenty of kissing in the months leading up to this moment.<\/p>\n \u201cI do want you,\u201d breathed John as they broke apart, looking up into Sherlock\u2019s eyes. He ran a hand through Sherlock\u2019s hair as his kisses moved lower, mouthing the side of his neck, hands turning John and laying him down on his back. John\u2019s cock stirred with interest, but he was content to let the alpha lead, warm breath tracing down his chest.<\/p>\n \u201cObviously,\u201d answered Sherlock, opening a bottle of lube and warming it in his hands. John ran a hand down his arm, needing to touch, feeling the muscle and sinew of Sherlock\u2019s arm. Leaning down, Sherlock mouthed John\u2019s hip as if savoring the taste, tongue dipping down into the hollow. He moaned softly, spreading his legs as he watched Sherlock, the undercurrent of nervousness keeping him on edge while those amazing pale eyes watched him.<\/p>\n