ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

"So, you aren't even going to try to convince me that you deserve a second chance? You are going to just roll over and play dead, hmm?" Sherlock paced back and forth in front of John, iddly stroking himself so he would start to harden up for whatever was to come .

John bit his lip and squirmed a bit. "I'm sorry sir." He started in a rush, "Please forgive me. Please allow me a second chance. I swear it will never happen again. I won't fight you."

Sherlock stops stroking himself long enough to cross his arms for a moment and looks down at John. "You've already defied me twice, once in the club, and once in my own sanctuary. Why should I think that you won't do it again?" He asked, then he went back to stroking himself.

"I want to hear you convince me.. Go on, off you pop."

John bit his lip as he stared at the ground.

"I won't defy you." He started, choosing his words carefully. "You will be my master. I... I promise not to disobey you when we enter into a scene."

He didn't know what else to say. He would never submit full time.

Sherlock's eyebrows raised. "So.. you want me to be your master now? But you didn't before. So, what changed?" His tone was different. He wasn't angry or dominant, he was honestly curious. He needed to make sure that this was not a fly by night thing. He didn't enter into being a master lightly. He remembered his last slave...

"Victor.." He whispered the word so softly, then shook his head.

"If.. that is the case, then there will be a lot that we have to discuss. but that is for another time. If you do want to be my slave, then I will accept you."

John swallowed and bit his lip. What had changed? The weeks spent thinking about the man, the unsatisfied wanks, the dreams... There was something about Sherlock. Something that drew him in.

"A lot sir. But my stipulation from our last encounter stands. I will only submit sexually or when in a scene. Never in the day to day." he answered stubbornly.

Sherlock smiled. "As you saw in the coffee shop, I am not this dominant in my normal day to day." He shrugged. "Well, perhaps, sometimes with idiotic clients. But never with you. I promise. " He gently ran the back of his hand against John's cheek. Damn. He was feeling a lot more sentimental and less dominant right now. He had flagged more than a little, not that he really minded too much.

John swallowed at the touch, leaning into it slightly. It was a delicate touch, one he had not felt in a very long time, from anyone. He let out a breath and looked up at Sherlock. He couldn't help it. He had been drawn to the man from the moment they met.

He was stunning. His beauty unique.

His hand moved away from John's jaw, and he took the man's hand. "Stand." he said, but it wasn't a command, it was a gentle request. He helped John stand he had been kneeling for a very long time, and then put his hand under John's chin, bringing his head up so their eyes met. "John." He said, almost a whisper. "Let's go to bed."

John stood, his legs a little shaky, but he was grateful for Sherlock's help. He licked his lips, unsure what to do. But... He leaned up to kiss Sherlock. Quickly and then he was pulling away.

"Yes, lets."

Sherlock leaned into the kiss, giving John what he wanted for a moment before pulling away. He helped John onto the bed, then undid his robe and climbed under the covers. gently he reached down and pulled off the cock ring and put it on the bedside table.

"John, it's your choice. We can lay here and talk about the ground rules for our... relationship." It was hard word to say, they really didn't know each other at all, not yet at least.

John settled into the rather comfortable bed, making a happy noise. He then shifted onto his side to look at Sherlock. He smiled and then reached out, gently stroking his cheek.

"Do you want a relationship? Or do you want to be friends with benefits?"

For a moment, Sherlock was silent. It had been many years since he had had an actual relationship.. and.. Victor.

Oh, Victor.

But he couldn't live in the past forever.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and nodded his head.

"Yes. Yes, I think that I do, want a relationship. "

"Who is Victor?" He asked. John had heard Sherlock whisper the name earlier. But the man, whoever he was, seemed important to Sherlock.

Of course he would have to tell him about Sholto.

Sherlock closed his eyes and shook his head. "Another time, perhaps." He said, with a bit of finality in his voice. "Not now. I.. can't."

He turned his head to the side, away from John.

Sherlock ran his hands through his hair, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He couldn't fall into one of his dark moods. Not when things might actually be starting to look up.

Not now.

Everything about John seemed to deflate. "Why... Why don't we take this slow? Dates and getting to know each other, sex and exploring boundaries?" He suggested quietly.

Maybe it was what they both needed. They both were hurting in their own ways. And fuck it all. He wanted to dive into this with Sherlock. But it seemed as if the man needed time.

Sherlock took just a moment to compose himself, then he rolled over, until he was on top of John.

"No reason why that can't be done at the same time." He said, licking and nibbling at John, rolling his hips softly against the shorter man under him. "Learn your body while I learn your soul.."

He could feel the fires of passion filling him again. He rolled his hips again, feeling himself start to fill against John's inner thigh. "You wouldn't just be my slave. you would be my lover. My companion. Play sessions and night of passion and holding each other tight"

John gasped when Sherlock was on top of him. He stared up at the man. He looked like sex personified and it was gorgeous. He let out a breath and then arched against those rolling hips. He had been thinking about what it would be like to be had by the man. To feel that long, thick cock pushing into him, stretching him. Claiming him.

He made a noise as he started to get hard, his own cock pushing against Sherlock's thigh. He parted his lips and nodded at those words.

"Yes... I.. Yes. That's what I want."

"Good... we are in agreement then." His already low voice had dropped to an impossibly low timbre.

Sherlock rocked against John, feeling him harden underneath him. It was always a nice stroke to his ego when he could feel and see and smell how he turned on the person that he was with.

And there was a definite attraction, on both sides.

When John was nice and hard again, Sherlock knew that he had never been able to finish before and stayed hard for a long time, so John deserved to finally get his release.

And Sherlock knew just how to do it.

Sherlock leaned back and rifled around in the drawer until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a condom, and picked up the lube from before. They could both get tested, but until then, Sherlock was always careful.

John saw the condom and just chuckled. "I've already swallowed you down once." He reminded the man, "And to work in the bar, I had to present monthly physicals. I'm clean. But if it will help, I'll get another one."

He hadn't been able to touch Sherlock before, and god he wanted to. So he reached out and touched the man's back, trailing his hand down, following the curve.

That is true... he had been so lost in the scene that he hadn't even thought about it.. He chided himself- that was so against how he usually was. He was always so safe.. what was is about this man that made him want to be reckless?

"I assume that you haven't been with anyone since the bar. I have not either, and I tested clean shortly before that. If you are agreeable, then we can go without this. I would still suggest that for both of our pieces of mind soon. Are you okay with forgoing this tonight?"

It seemed both of their common sense went out the window in the presence of the other. He licked his lips and nodded. "I am okay with it."

John reached up and ran a hand through Sherlock's hair. "I've thought about you fucking me a lot these past weeks."

Sherlock put the condom down on the table but brought the lube to the bed beside him.

"Oh, you have... have you?" He chuckled while kneeling in front of John, making a happy noise when John carded those thick little fingers through his hair. He lubed his hand up and started to stroke himself.

"So, pray tell, what were you thinking about.. more specifically?"

John twirled a curl around his finger and smiled. "How it's going to feel pushing into me, stretching me. How it's going to feel when you pound my arse raw."

He pushed up against the man's hips, bumping their hard cocks together.

"NNNgg...." Sherlock groaned. "If you keep distracting me like that, we may never get to it!!"

He playfully put a dollop of the water based lubricant on his nose. "Alright, lay down on your stomach. I know you want to get to the main event, but we have to get your ready first. I am not going in unprepped. I don't want ot wait for you to heal up before fucking you again."

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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