ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

Sherlock had wanted to give a snappy answer, but the moment the toy, still not even vibrating yet, went up his still slightly loose arse, he keened and bit his lip so hard he tasted coppery blood.

And then.

"OHhhhh.. Fuuuuuuuuck.." Sure, he'd ordered people to give him blowjobs before, used his Thrall on silly humans to do his bidding, but none of them had ever felt like John's warm lips on his cool cock.

He fought against bucking into John's mouth, taking him and fucking him right here, and letting him taste the come of a vampire. Instead he took John's hair in his hand and gripped tight, pulling it none too gently.

"I'd be tugging at your horns right now if I could.." He managed to moan out. "Would you like that? Are they sensitive when they tugged while you are on your knees, servicing someone?" He wanted to sound commanding, but it was hard to do when you were getting fucked and sucked at the same time.

John moaned when he felt that hand tug his hair. It felt so good. Just as Sherlock felt good in his mouth. He moaned and slowly began to work his head back and forth. He didn't want Sherlock to get off too early.

He gasped at the words. No one had done that before. He looked up at him, shivering a bit.

Those words... he whimpered and continued moving.

Oh, Sherlock had heard the whimper, and he took full advantage of it.

Between the vibrator in his arse and John sucking him off, now decidedly slower unfortunately, he couldn't lean down much, but he leaned as much as he could and whispered... "Why don't we find out?" His voice was soft and smooth and deep like a dark chocolate waterfall. "Show yourself, and we can find out together...."

John looked up at him and then pulled off Sherlock. He wanted to give in, let Sherlock play with his true form. But goodness did he want to ride that cock. He licked the head, running his tongue around it.

"Get on your back Sherlock..." his voice was hoarse, but there was no power behind the words. He he wanted nothing more than for Sherlock to hold his horns and fuck his face.

Sherlock sighed. Had he fucked up again? Been too demanding?

His fears were assuaged when John licked at his cock one last time, and then leaned back and spoke to him.

Sherlock was actually almost a bit glad that John had pulled off when he did, he wasn't really sure he could last much longer. He climbed up on the bed and laid down on his back, spreading his legs slightly. His cock was hard and fully erect in the air, flushed a deep red and leaking at the tip, the entire length moist with John's saliva.

He was going to get John into his demon form and fuck his face one day, he promised himself that.

But right now, John was going to impail himself on him- at least he hoped so.

John groaned when he saw Sherlock move. He got up and made his way over to the bed. "You're going to fuck me while being fucked." He took Sherlock's cock in hand and lowered himself down ok it. He gasped when he felt it breech him.

Oh.

He shivered and released Sherlock and pushed down until his arse met the vampire's hips. Fuck. He was full. So full. John reached under them to turn on the vibrator before he started to ride Sherlock in earnest.

As with the time before. there had been no stretching, no preparing, just John, hot and wet and tight John all around his cock, enveloping his length with the deepest, darkest part of himself.

He'd been so busy thinking about John's hand on his cock, and then his body opening up to him that it took a moment for John's actual words to come to him.

"Wha.." was all he had time to say before John turned the vibrator on, and Sherlock SCREAMED. It was right on his prostate. His eyes went as wide as saucers, and he bucked up hard enough that if John hadn't been fulled seated, he might have actually been bucked off.

Sherlock was beside himself- the vibrator inside of him buzzed and hummed and hit just he right spots. He bucked and arched and thrust as hard as he could up into John, the sensations from both fucking and being fucked were almost overwhelming, almost too much, so close to the edge of overstimulation without being there.

"AHHHHHHH!" he could only cry and scream and rut and thrust and buck and try to not spontaneously combust with the combination of sensations.

John gasped as he moved with Sherlock's wild thrusts. It was so good. He groaned and panted as he moved with them.

"I want you to come deep in me. Paint my body with your seed." He groaned.

He braced himself on Sherlock's thighs as he continued to move his cock bouncing as he did.

Though Sherlock heard John's words, he couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to.

And of course, he wanted nothing of the sort.

He was way too far gone to do anything but ride it out now. All he could think of was the end the release, the blessed, blessed explosion of pleasure.

"NNnng... Johhhhhn.. JOOOOOHHN!" He screamed out his lover's name as he came, the vibrations at his prostate and the demon's hot hole just too much to hold off any more. He literally pushed John up off the bed as he came inside of him, ropes of his thick, warm come coating John's insides, painting him, filling him.

The intensity of the fucking and feeling Sherlock come inside him... John shouted as he climaxed. There wasn't as much release as when he was in his demon form.

He whimpered and then lay on top of Sherlock. His arse was smarting. But it felt so good.

He shifted and nuzzled the vampire's neck, licking where his pulse point would be. "You felt so good in me, breeding me..." he whispered into his ear.

Even though it wasn't near as much come as when he was in his demon form, it was still a nice amount, and since Sherlock was on his back it fell in a broken line of puddles from his chin and sternum down to sticky globules in his dark, thick, curly pubic hairs.

Sadly, as John lay on top of him, Sherlock slipped out, and he could feel his own come dribbling out of John's arse, over his bollocks and in his hair, mixing with John's, and down his inner thighs.

There was more than a little bit of Sherlock that wished that he would turn into a demon with his sharp canines and bite him, like he had the night they had bonded. But that thought faded away when John spoke.

"Breeding?" He asked, slightly confused. "Did I.... did it.." Surely he hadn't actually bred John... had he? And would John know? He had no idea about how half demon physiology and reproduction worked. Would he know if he was?

"I don't know yet." John admitted, "it is highly unlikely. Like single digit probability."

"If you don't want children, I can get us some condoms." He swallowed, almost unsure what to do now.

John shifted a bit, flushing.

Sherlock tried hard to hide his disappointment, but he wasn't sure that he'd been all that successful.

"No." He said softly. "It's okay.. I mean. I know you say it's a very long shot. But.. if it does happen, by some random chance... It's.. well it's okay with me." He could feel his cheeks flush slightly. "As long.. as it is alright with you. It's your body, and I would never ask you to do something that you didn't want."

He did groan at the shifting, as John was still laying on top of him. But he'd just come twice within a very short time. There was no way that a round three was going to be any time soon at all.

John pulled back and grinned at him. "Then we should have sex as much as we're able. I'm sure they make viagra for vampires." He teased.

He leaned in to kiss Sherlock, making a small noise. He adored this man so incredibly much
He was just... less than 24 hours later and he would do anything for him.

Sherlock ground up against John. Just because he couldn't get it up again yet, that doesn't mean that he couldn't tease John a little bit.

"With you around, do you really think I need any Viagra?" He laughed, kissing John long on the lips. "You just made me fuck you twice in less than an hour. I think that constitutes no need for other.. stimulants." He kissed John again, and then whispered into his ear. "But I still want you to become who you really are.. and fuck me with that gigantic demon cock of yours.." He licked at the shell of John's ear. "And I want to fuck your mouth while I hold onto your horns."

He flushed, shifting a bit. He couldn't fathom why Sherlock loved his true form so much. It embarrassed him quite a lot. He buried his face in his mate's neck.

He relaxed against that cool body, closing his eyes. "Mmm... We should shower."

"Considering the fact that you have used your own... leaving to stick yourself to me, yes. I do think that we need a shower." Sherlock leaned up and kissed John, deeply, then reluctantly moved John off his lap by wiggling out from under him. He headed towards the shower, turning it on as hot as he could, then stepping in, moaning at the wonderful heat. After two pretty quick bouts of sex back to back, his muscles were aching, and he was still smarting a tiny bit where John had opened him up wide that night they bonded. The shower felt.. well, ironic for him to say, but.. heavenly.

John cleaned up the bed and made it before going into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower behind Sherlock.

"You're warm." It was odd, his mate being warm. Over the past twenty four hours, he had gotten so used to the cooler temperature of Sherlock.

"What do you want to do with the rest of our day?" He asked.

"Mmmm...." Sherlock smiled when John stepped in behind him. He turned around (which was tricky in the rather small shower) and kissed John deeply, then turned back to start soaping himself up.

"I don't always feel like death slightly warmed over." he teased back. "Besides, touching you is like touching a radiator!" He chuckled while he was washing the now dried and stick come off of his stomach and chest.

"I did not have any plans in particular." Sherlock admitted. "Did you have any suggestions on how you wanted to spend the rest of your day?"

John returned the kiss and smiled at him. "I don't know. Maybe I should get my things and move them over."

Once Sherlock was done with the soap, he took it. The blonde began to clean himself up.

He changed places with Sherlock to rinse himself off. He made a face. "The water feels cold."

"I turned it to the hottest it could go, you furnace!" Sherlock teased. "You must have used up all the heat inbetween our sex sessions. It probably didn't have enough time to warm back up." Sherlock shook his head.

"I would be happy to help you move your belongings here. If you wish, there is a room upstairs, if you want to have a place of your own to go. If not, we can arrange my dresser or possibly purchase a new one. I don't know how much you have in the way of belongings and clothing."

John mock glared at him as he finished rinsing off. "It's not my fault that I run hot." He huffed. But there was a smile to words. He loved this, this easy teasing between them. It was comfortable.

He stepped out of the shower and found his towel from earlier. He began to dry off.

"I don't have a lot." He told Sherlock, "Everything should fit in a duffel bag."

Sherlock finished washing his hair (how had the come gotten up there???) And then stepped out of the shower after turning the water off. He had to frown at at. All John had could fit into a duffel bag? Well, he was going to have to fix that. He would take John out to get him new clothes, jumpers for the winter, comfy trousers for the whole years, vests, some nice button up shirts, a couple of new pairs of loafers, maybe some sand shoes for off days....

Yes. This was going to have to happen. And soon. As a vampire, he knew how to invest his money, and it had hundreds of years worth of interest in some accounts, so he was had enough money. His family went back a very long time, he was not hurting, and yet he still preferred to live in this rather small and cramped flat, mostly because of its prime location.

John looked at him and then smiled. "Do you want to come with me?" He asked. He shifted a bit on his feet.

He was embarrassed, but not. He had spent a good chunk of time in the military. He didn't have many belongings. Or clothes.

After Sherlock gave his answer, he slipped into the bedroom to dress in his discarded clothes.

"Of course." Sherlock said with a soft smile. He followed a moment behind, getting dressed, including his hooded Belstaff. He's much prefer skulking around the city at night, but unfortunately, most crime and police work happened during the day, which seemed counter-intuitive, but that was how it was.

So he did the best he could to stay out of the light, and did what he had to during the day. He had to admit that he was a bit jealous of John. He could walk around like a human, in the daylight, and no one is ever the wiser. And he was quite obvious with his red eyes, thick coat, hood, and gloves, even in the heat of the London summer. No one could ever mistake him for anything but a vampire.

Sherlock sighed and shook those thoughts out of his head. He didn't regret Turning, though he had of course had no choice at the time. It had afforded him many things, near immortality was one of them. But the drawbacks were many as well- persecution, prejudice, and the need to always keep out of the blasted sun.

When he was ready, he pulled up his hood and pulled on his glasses, finally arranging his long blue scarf around his neck to shield that tender skin.

"I'm ready." He said.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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