John Watson (
ihadabadday) wrote2018-03-05 06:07 pm
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Into the Night - AU - Locked to
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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.
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 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.
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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.
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He kept working his finger over the tight hole, waiting for it to relax.
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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.
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John moved his finger, teasing and stroking inside. He crooked his finger up, looking for that little bundle of nerves.
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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
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He continued to move his finger, watching the reactions play over Sherlock's face. It was amazing, fascinating.
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Still, he thrust up into the air, humping nothing above him, groaning and leaking over himself and John's hand.
Oh god.. he was being stretched to his limits.. and beyond, but even that wasn't quite as thick as John was. But it should be enough.
He hoped.
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He wanted them to be able to come together with no issue.
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"John... god... fuck.. please... I need you." He felt like he was going to explode in pleasure and pain.
"Please... " God, John was reducing him to a quivering mess..
And he loved it.
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"Do you want me to suck you off?" He asked innocently.
Oh he knew. John knew what Sherlock wantaed.
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"John... fuck... please... " He arched his arse up towards John, making his need quite well known.
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John was having too much fun.
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"Jawwwwwnnnnnnn." He couldn't seem to form any words right about now. He humped up at the air again, his cock was red and throbbing and angry looking, ready to go off in a just a moment..
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He would be lying if he said he had never thought about this. What it would be like to take the man.
Once Sherlock had changed positions, he pressed the tip of his cock to Sherlock's entrance.
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Of course, the problem was now that he had nothing to rub his cock against, it slapped up against his stomach, dripping down onto the sheets below.
The feeling of John finally pressing himself against him made him push back, desperate to feel his lover inside of him.
"John..." he said, looking over his shoulder at the man.
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Oh god.
John leaned forward, trembling from the effort not to move. Oh gods was Sherlock tight.
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Oh fuck, he hadn't expected that.. even with 4 fingers to stretch him John was more. It was the most exquisite type of pain, he was on fire, his body couldn't decide if it liked what it was feeling or if needed to reject this ... foreign object.
He leaned his head down on the bed, crossing his arms under his head to balance himself. His whole body shook with endorphins and tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, the pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, he couldn;t even tell which way was up any more.
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He stroked his thumb over Sherlock's lip, whispering softly to the man. He wanted him to be comfortable, to be happy. He just waited.
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But finally he was able to get his breath back and he wiggled a little, testing the water, which made him groan in pleasure.
"Okay, John... you can move... I am ready."
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He nodded and pulled back before pushing forward. The tightness of Sherlock was... Was... It was mindblowing.
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