ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

"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."

He laughed at that and grinned at Sherlock. "Fine fine." The blonde winked and then rolled over, presenting his arse to the man.

"You really don't want a bleeding arse, do you?" He asked, giving one butt cheek a nice little slap, and enjoying watching the tiny ripple of the fat under the skin. John was quite fit, so there wasn't a lot of extra fat on him, except for his slightly softness around the middle, but his arse had just the right about of shape to it, nice to hold and slap but not too much.

Sherlock shook his head. He couldn't get caught up on the man's arse and forget the fun that was to come. He lubed up his middle finger very well and pressed against the hole, feeling the first ring of muscle clenching against him.

"You have to relax, John, or else I wont get a finger in, much less my whole cock."

"No. Not really. I don't fancy anal fissures." John moaned when he felt that light slap. Oh that felt lovely. He shivered. Oh...

John pressed his face against the bed and took a heaving breath. He started to relax.

"Well good, if you don't fancy anal fissures, they you are going to have to relax a bit more." Sherlock replied, both a bit frustrated at the slow pace, and excited to finally be able to fuck this wonderful little creature under him. It would be tough, but he would find the patience.. somewhere.

Finally, after both rubbing his finger around the outside of John's entrance, and gently applying steady pressure, he felt his long finger start to push past the first ring of muscle. Just inside, he met the second ring, but there was less resistance there, and he was able to push past that as well, into the warm, darkness of John.

"Ahh... there we go.. Much better." He smiled.

John gave a low moan as he felt Sherlock's finger breech him. What a feeling. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain relaxed. He wanted more and more. He wanted to feel Sherlock mount him, breech him. He whined.

He could feel John's movements through his finger when he anxiously wiggled below him, every movement shifted the angle inside of him just a little bit.

"Calm down, anxious little thing." Sherlock smirked. He pulled back until only the tip of his finger remained, then pushed back in, hooking a bit to try to find the prostate. He was usually pretty good about it, but it was easier to find on some than others. That was one thing he always enjoyed, figuring out how each individual he had sex with worked, what turned them on and what didn't. The exploration and discovery was almost as good as the actual sex.

Almost.

John squirmed and gasped. He was eager. He wanted to feel Sherlock. He wanted to be taken.

But he gave a cry and arched when that finger found his prostate. Fuck fuck!

"Ah, there it is!" Sherlock chuckled. He ran his finger across the little hazelnut sized bundle of nerves one more time before pulling his finger all the way out, and returning with two fingers this time. He stroked in and out a few times, then scissored his fingers a bit to start really stretching him. Two fingers was still not nearly enough, but he was getting closer.. Soon.. Soon.

"You sound so pleased..." John grunted. Shit. Those fingers in him were torment. He pushed back, but moaned. Sherlock had to have been a musician or something. There was no other way...

He shifted and pushed back. He swore and whined.

"No, *YOU* sound so pleased.." Sherlock teased. "I think you are more glad than I am that I found it." He punctuated that by rubbing against the prostate again with both of his fingers, watching his reaction.

They were both anxious to get on with it, so he added a third well lubed finger after a couple more brushes against those nerves. Three was still not as thick as he was, but it was enough to be getting along with, he was pretty sure..

He cried out and squirmed and bucked as Sherlock kept rubbing his prostate. Over and over. It felt like he was going to go bad. That he was going to come across the sheets before he even had the man inside him. He clutched at the sheets, trying not to beg.

John gasped when that third finger pushed in. It burned a little, stretched more. But he ached for it. For more of that delicious pleasure/pain.

There was a little part of Sherlock that wanted to make John come without even pushing inside of him.
But where was the fun in that?
Sherlock pulled his fingers out after brushing against John's prostate one more time. He leaned down and nibbled at the back of John's neck.

"Are you ready, John?" He whispered in his lover's ear.

John swore when Sherlock pulled his fingers out. He hated the sensation, of being empty after being stretched so. He also knew that there was going to be a bit of pain. And that was okay.

He bit his lip to keep from saying anything too insulting. John just nodded. He wanted it. He wanted to be owned by Sherlock.

"Okay, well if you don't say anything, I guess you aren't ready." Sherlock slowly stroked himself. "I guess I will just have to take care of this myself.."

John sobbed. "Please. Fuck me. I'm ready... I want to feel your thick cock pushing into my arse. I want to feel you own me, mark me." He begged.

"Please."

"Mmm.... that's better." He stroked one more time, then pressed his head against John's entrance, teasing against it for a moment before pressing in.

"Ahhhhh..." he grunted, pressing himself in, slowly but smoothly. He was tight and warm, so inviting.

"Yes...."

John couldn't help but cry out as Sherlock pushed into him. It had been weeks since anyone had been inside him last, and it was such a feeling.

He kept his face pressed against the bed, gasping. Oh god.

He used his angle to lick and nip at John's neck and ears while he pushed and pulled, rode John deep and hard. With his weight on top of John, he couldn't reach under to stroke him, but he knew that rutting him into the sheets would most likely take care of that.

His breath quickened, his pulse raced, a fine sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. This wasn't going to last long, that much was obvious.

"Johnnn.." He groaned out, his body starting to race towards the inevitable end.

"Oh god..." John choked. He was being pushed into the sheets, his hard cock getting relief without being touched. He wasn't going to last long like this. He sobbed and shifted a bit.

"Come inside me Sherlock... Come inside me and then plug it in me." He gasped.

Oh, he had every intention to. He gripped John's hips hard enough that there would be bruises in the morning. He slammed hard into John, slamming him into the bed over and over, hard and fast and brutal.

"Ahhh.. AHHHHH!!" It only took a few more thrusts after that until he came deep inside of John, filling him with his salty warmth..

John practically screamed when he felt Sherlock's hands tighten and those hips start to increase their pace. He hiccuped and dug his nails into the bed as he felt Sherlock fill him. It felt so deep in him, like he would never be rid of the other man. He sobbed, his own cock still hard and rubbing against the sheets.

But the feeling of the bruising hands on his hips, being filled... It all sent him over the edge and he cried out as he reached his climax, body tightening further around Sherlock.

He rode his pleasure out, an orgasm so intense he was almost seeing stars.

When it was finally over, he rocked a few more times, letting John also finish riding his high, then he pulled out. Immediately he pulled John's hips up high so gravity would keep the come inside of him.

"STAY." He ordered. He went to the foot of the bed and grabbed a plug, about as thick as himself out of the foot locker, and came back. He lubed it up just a little, to make sure it wouldn't hurt him, and then pushed it in.

"There we go. I will add more to it later." He promised.

John nodded, head swimming a little. That had been... Intense. He remained where he was, taking deep breaths. He was trying to gather himself again. But it was hard, it felt like everything was slipping away. He moaned softly and shifted when he felt that plug at his entrance.

But he didn't fight it.

He just groaned when he felt it push in, trapping Sherlock's come inside him.

Sherlock got up and washed himself with a damp flannel, then rinsed it and brought it back out to John. He carefully rolled John onto his back, making sure that the plug stayed in, and cleaned him and the sheets off the best that he could.

"That will do for now." He threw it in the laundry bin.

"Now, I think we should both rest. He had already came twice, and John once.. it had been a pretty good marathon session so far.

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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