ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

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nc-17; au; rp; johnlock

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

Sex sold. It could be seen in marketing for businesses across all sorts of industries.

And for John Watson, his business was booming.

He worked out of a club in London that catered to certain... Tastes. Men and women who looked to dominate someone sexually. Some would look down on a man having that job, scoffing. Sex work was legal though. But those who were interested in BDSM, found sex workers to be lacking.

John was sitting at a bar at the club he usually worked out of, nursing a soda. He rarely drank when he was working, preferring to stay sober.

He looked around the room, seeing if there was anyone who caught his interest tonight.

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John squirmed. He arched and gasped and pushed up. His head was spinning and spinning. Sherlock's touch was never like anything he'd had before.

"I missed you..."

Sherlock had tried to stay still and calm and take it easy, but the more he touched John, the more he couldn't stop thinking about how he thought the man had been dead.

"You're alive. You're here." He kept repeating as his kissed got quicker and more heated and more desperate. "I thought I lost you, but you are here... I can touch you and smell you and taste you..." He kissed all over John's body, quick, desperate, needy kisses that he lathered onto any part of John that he could get his lips on.

"You're alive. You're alive."

"I'm not going anywhere..." he promised, "I swear. I'll never leave you."

John was hard, he was aching. He needed Sherlock. He needed his lover. He hiccups and grabbed the man's hair, tugging.

Sherlock grunted at the tug, he moved back up John's body, draping his own over the shorter man, until their lips met again. He was hungry, nipping and licking at John's lips, his neck, his chin, his cheek, anywhere he could get to.

He rubbed his naked body against John, showing the man how hard he was as well, frottaging against his lover, letting their lengths nudge and rub against one another.

"John. Please." He felt possessive and needy, but he also felt vulnerable and for possibly the first time every in his life, he felt like giving in. He had never had anyone inside of him, but oh God if he didn't want John to take him right now.. to remind him that he was here, corporeal.

"Please.." He begged, not able to get anything else out.

"Anything that you want." He managed between the kisses. John ached and wanted his lover. He wanted to tumble and fall.

John wanted to be reminded that this was real. They were real. That this wasn't a fever dream.

One long slow rub of his body against John's a hard, needy grind, puts Sherlock's head at John's ear.

"John... please.. t-t-take me.." He whispered, almost too low to be heard.

And for a moment John's world stopped. Sherlock wanted him to do what? He looked at the man, letting out a breath. "Are you sure?"

He was pretty sure the man had only ever topped, that no one had taken him before. It meant he would be tight, and a lot of patience and lube would be needed.

Sherlock stopped moving, looking John in the eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and it was from more than just exertion and arousal.

Quickly, his eyes flitted down, away from John. "I.. I'm sorry.. I assumed again. I know you don't top.Forget I asked." And suddenly, he had ruined the mood yet again. Good going, Sherlock- he thought to himself. You are good at cocking it up.

"No! I want to. But I want to be sure that's what you want. That you're not just doing this because you think you owe me something or that you want to make up for things." John grabbed Sherlock's shoulders and then twisted them so the man was on his back. He straddled his hips, looking down at Sherlock.

"I want to give you the world and I want you to be happy."

Sherlock shook his head and smiled. He knew that there was power and strength inside John, which he got to see when John rolled him onto his back like it was nothing.

"No, John. I want to do this. I want to feel you in me, remind me that you are here, you are real, that this is not just some dream. Please... John.. PLease... "

He put his hand on Sherlock's cheek and nodded, stroking his fingers over the stubbly skin. "I will. Let me get the lube..."

John shifted off Sherlock's lap and moved to see if there was lube, and to see if it was still good.

"Right bedside table, top drawer, under the papers" He said with a smile, taking himself in hand and gently stroking.. not enough to get off, but enough to make him nice and hard and ready for his lover.

He was thrumming with excitement.. And nervousness. He had never done this before. what if it hurt.. or what if he didn't like it?

John smiled as he retrieved it. He returned to the bed and looked at his partner. "Thank you for trusting me..." He whispered to him. He kissed Sherlock's stomach, just below his belly button.

He opened the lube and spread it over his fingers.

:"Always, John. Always." He sighed softly when John kissed at his belly, imagining those lips on places lower..

Bit that was not for now. This was something bigger.. something even bigger than the both of them.

Sherlock leaned his head back onto the pillow, closed his eyes and spread his legs apart, his body tense and coiled.

"Hey... You need to relax. If you're tense... Neither of us will like the ending." He whispered.

John teased and stroked his fingers from Sherlock's balls down to his entrance and back before he took the tip of his cock in his mouth and sucked.

Sherlock, his eyes still closed, fell back on some of his past relaxation techniques. He breathed deep and slow a few times, willing his body to relax.

But, of course all that went out the door when John's fingers found his perineum and his mouth settled around his cock.

"Ahhhh!!!" His eyes went wide and he jolted up onto his elbows before laying back down again.

"John. your wicked, wicked mouth." Oh how he had missed this.

John chuckled before working his tongue around Sherlock. He made sure to keep his eyes on the man as he worked. Oh how he had missed him so.

He kept working his finger over the tight hole, waiting for it to relax.

Eventually, Sherlock did relax again, his muscle slowly unclenching, his entrance loosening around John's finger.

Even just having John around the outside of it was arousing, the outside was full of nerves and it felt almost as good as being inside.

Almost.

At least, so he had heard..

He hoped he was about to find out.

He slowly slid his finger in, taking care. He knew the nervousness that came with the first time. But he would never do anything to hurt Sherlock. No. He couldn't. He swallowed around him and then lowered his head a bit more.

John moved his finger, teasing and stroking inside. He crooked his finger up, looking for that little bundle of nerves.

"AHHHHH!!!"' Sherlock really did jump this time, accidentally shoving his cock further down John's mouth as he accidentally jerked upwards, his whole body reacting to the feel of his prostate being stimulated for the first time.

He quickly settled back down. "S-s-orry.." he apologized sheepishly, pulling back sop he didn't choke his lover before they even got to the main attraction

John pulled back and licked the tip of Sherlock. "It's alright. I quite like that. I know your reaction is genuine." He answered with a teasing grin.

He continued to move his finger, watching the reactions play over Sherlock's face. It was amazing, fascinating.

"M-m-ore, John.. I need more..." Just having John's finger inside of him was stretching him, but John was pretty thick, though not terrible long. He was going to have to open up a hell of a lot more if he was going to hope to get to feel John.

He nodded and slid a second finger into Sherlock. He was patient. He could wait and take his time. Slowly he began to move the fingers and scissor them, slowly opening Sherlock.

"Nnnnnn..." Sherlock rocked in time with the slow movements of John's fingers. Oh god, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. He wasn't sure that he wasn't going to come untouched if John continued this way. He was rcck hard, aching and leaking, so he was glad that John wasn't sucking at him any more, or he would come for sure.

John added another finger into Sherlock. He continued to move his fingers and stretch the man. He moved his other hand and circled the base of his cock with two fingers and tightened, creating a temporary cock ring. He wanted to make sure Sherlock was on edge the entire time.

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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