ihadabadday | In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed

Sherlock's eyes closed when John ran his hand through his hair. If only the man knew what he really was. Would he still want to never let him go, he wondered?

"You don't have to." He said, leaning his body down, so John could feel him.. ALL if him, their bodies pressed together for the first time in a lifetime.

He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Sherlock against him. John rocked up a little, gasping. He was starting to get hard again. God.

"Stay here with me. Please." he begged softly.

When John rocked up, Sherlock pressed down, rubbing their lengths together for just one, brief, intense, exquisite moment.
Sherlock gasped at the feeling.

"Yes." He said, simply. He wasn't sure if John meant for tonight, or if he meant forever, but he would have said yet to either one right now.

John had said that he could fuck him, and oh by the gods he wanted to fuck this man, to feel like he had so long ago.

"Sherlock!" he cried out when he felt Sherlock against him. John felt like everything was right, wonderful. He yanked Sherlock's mouth towards his to kiss the man again. Kiss him senseless.

He didn't know what he meant. Whether it was forever or just the night or what. But something inside him told him to never let this man go.

John opened his eyes to look at Sherlock. There was gold rimming around the edge of blue.

Sherlock eagerly kissed John back, biting at his lower lip. He hadn't missed the flash of gold. That was the second time that he had seen it. He wondered if his latent powers were starting to wake up, and if they were, what did that mean for the two of them?

"John, roll over." He said simply. He knew what they both wanted, and Sherlock intended to give it to them.

John shuddered and then rolled over under Sherlock. He wanted it. Wanted to feel this man in him, pounding away. Over and over. There was a flash of something. He didn't quite see.

"I need you in me Sherlock. Don't make me wait."

Did John want him to go in without opening him up first? He had been big, but to be fair, Sherlock was longer and just as thick as John was.

Of course before he wouldn't gave given a shit about opening a person up or stretching them, he would have been fucking them already.

But this wasn't just anyone, this was John.

He leaned over and grabbed the lube that John had left and slicked two fingers up. He thought at least maybe he could try two fingers at once? He had no idea what he was doing, he wold have to go by what he felt John doing.

He pressed the digits against his hole. It was tight, he wondered, had he ever had anyone here before? It didn't feel like it. He pressed in a bit, but didn't force himself, he didn't want this to end before it began.

John clutched at the rug under him. The feeling. He squirmed and cried out when he felt those fingers against his hole.

"Sherlock... Slow..." He hadn't been with a man since medical school. He shuddered and gave a low moan, his eyes closing. Just... Yes. He wanted it.

Okay. so he did need to be prepared first. At least he knew that. Sherlock tried to hide his sigh. He was so used to just getting what he wanted, taking and pushing and rutting. It was taking every single part of his willpower to do this.

Only for John.

Only ever for John.

So he backed down, used one finger this time. And when he pressed it in, there was a little resistance before it slipped past the muscles and inside.

Oh, but he was warm and tight, even around one finger. He repeated what Sherlock had done to him, slowly pistoning in and out, letting the muscle loosen around him.

John groaned as that finger invaded. Too small. Not enough. He wanted more. He ached for more.

He took a deep breath, his body relaxing. The more relaxed he was, the easier it would be to slide in. Pound away.

He was eager, he wanted to feel all of this man. He shuddered, clawing at the ground. "More..."

Sherlock added the second finger that he had already slicked up. It slid in a bit easier than the first. After a couple of pushes in and out, he mimicked what John has done, spreading his fingers a bit to stretch him a bit more. He may have never done this before, but he was a very quick learner.

John jerked and squirmed. It was... He couldn't stay still. No. Not with Sherlock like that. Not with him tormenting and teasing. And those fingers just weren't big enough. He sobbed and pushed his hips back.

"Sherlock please..."

Two fingers, even spread like that, were not even close to as big as he was. He could have tried to add a third, but it sounded like John wanted to try to take him.

If that was what he wanted....

He pulled his fingers back and slathered on a good amount of lube in his hand. he stroked himself a few times, spreading the lube around and getting him nice and achingly hard, dripping for what was going to come next.

He put on hand on John's hip, the other on held himself. He pressed his head against John's entrance, testing, teasing, not pushing in quite yet, in case it was still too much.

John whimpered when he felt Sherlock's fingers pull out. He shook his head not wanting them gone. But he soon felt the head of that cock press against his entrance. He took a breath to relax.

He wanted it.

Wanted Sherlock.

"Please. Take it slow, but fuck me."

Those two concepts were quite opposite for Sherlock, but he would try, for John.

His willpower was tested as he started to press his cock inside. It gave a lot of resistance at first, but the more than John relaxed, the more it pushed in. The head popped in, then the rest started to slide in much easier- the copious amount of lube were definately a help.

Centimeter by agonizing centimeter Sherlock pushed into John, groaning at the tightness, the warmth around him. Oh, by the gods, he wanted to fuck this man into next week. But he resisted.

It seemed like forever before he finally bottomed out inside of John, feeling his bollocks hit the man's arse. "Yesss." He hissed.

John swallowed and took deep breaths, forcing himself to remain relaxed, to breath. He swallowed and pressed his face against the cool floor. A contrast to the slight burning in his arse from not enough preparation. And Sherlock was not a small man at all.

He nearly sobbed when he felt those bollocks hit against his arse. "Sherlock..." He already sounded punch drunk.

Sherlock stilled for a moment when he was fully ensheathed in John. His other hand that had been on himself went to John's hip, so he was grabbing him on both sides now holding him tight.

"John... can I move?" It was torture, taking it this slow, and John had no idea how much this was killing him to try to be human, to do this like John did.

John was taking deep shuddering breaths, trying to control himself, get used to the large intrusion inside of him. "In a moment... Oh god." He shuddered, feeling... Feeling. He wasn't sure.

God. Fuck. God. John dragged his nails against the floor and carpet. He took a deep breath and then nodded. "Move, please."

When John said to wait a moment, Sherlock bit his lip to stop the growl that had come to his lips. But thankfully, he hadn't needed long to adjust.

Finally.. FINALLY he was able to move inside of John once again, after so many decades. He wasn't quite HIS John.. not yet.. but soon, very soon, he hoped. He just had to figure out how to get John to remember.

This was a good start, he hoped.

Surprisingly, even to himself, he was slow at first, pulling until only his glans remained, then he pushed in. He repeated this, going a but harder, a bit faster each time, trying to work John up to a good buggering.

John cried out against the floor. He shuddered and pushed his hips back. Dear god. God. It felt good. So very good. He gasped, everything so... He... Fuck. The blonde felt something... It was right here, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

"John..." Sherlock moaned. His hand gripped John tighter, leaving bruises on his hips that were going to linger for days, he knew.

Sherlock leaned down, grasping John and stroking him in time with his thrusts. The man was hot and heavy between his own legs, dripping down onto the floor under him. He used John's own pre and the lube that was already on his fingers to stroke John with no friction.

He fought hard not to go hard and heavy inside of John.. he could already feel his bollocks tightened against his body.. He was close, so very close now. He needed to spill inside of John, to mark the man, to make then whole once again.

The pain on his hips radiated through him and he wanted more of it. He groaned and clutched at the floor. He cried out, shaking his head. God. This was... It was fantastic.

Another cried came from him when that hand wrapped around his cock. Fuck. Fuck. The blonde shook his head, moaning. "Sherlock!"

Sherlock leaned his head down, biting John's neck while he pounded into the man.

"Ahhhhh.. Johhhhnnnnn..." He cried out as he thrust hard, spilling himself deep inside of the doctor. His hand still stroked the man, trying to bring him to his own release as as Sherlock's intense high started to fade.

John bit his lip to muffle the scream as he felt Sherlock fill him. No doubt his landlady would be gossiping tomorrow. Her good doctor brought a handsome man home.

It didn't take much until he came under the other man's skilled hand.

Sherlock continued to rock inside of John until he felt the man tighten around him, felt his cock pulse, and felt the warmth dribble down his hand.

When John was done, He pulled his hand away, pulled out of John, and sat, panting like a human with his back against the bottom of the couch.

"John.... "He said, breathless. He really wasn't sure what else to say right now.

In Plain Sight - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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