Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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.

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Sherlock almost growled at John. He shook when the man licked at his cock.. he was straining not to come, he was balancing right on the edge.

"John... fuck... please... " He arched his arse up towards John, making his need quite well known.

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"Please what? Use your words..." He teased, another lick of his tongue against the tip.

John was having too much fun.

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"John.... fuck..... " He was biting his lip, his whole body was shaking and sweating.

"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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John took pity on the poor man. He pulled his fingers out and away and quickly lubed himself up. "Onto your hands and knees." He ordered breathlessly.

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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Sherlock breathed out a long sigh. FINALLY, he thought to himself. He eagerly scrambled onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs out as wide as he could.

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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He gripped Sherlock's hips and started to push in. And in and in, until his hips hit the man's arse.

Oh god.

John leaned forward, trembling from the effort not to move. Oh gods was Sherlock tight.

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"Nnnnnngggg!!!"' Sherlock shut his eyes tight and gripped the sheets hard enough that the fitted sheet came off the corners of the top of the bed, gathering under him.

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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John was still as he waited. He knew the feelings that Sherlock was going through. The gauntlet of sensations...

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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It took a few moments for his body to stop going crazy and giving him mixed signals.

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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John gasped when Sherlock moved. Fuck oh fuck. He was seeing stars.

He nodded and pulled back before pushing forward. The tightness of Sherlock was... Was... It was mindblowing.

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It took every single bit of Sherlock's willpower to not reach down and touch himself. If he did, it would literally take him just a few seconds for him to fall over the edge, and he didn't want to yet.. though he still wasn't sure if he was going to come untouched.. it was still in the cards as well.

"Johnnn.... fuckk... harder..." he begged, biting his lip hard enough to feel coppery blood.

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"Easy..." he soothed before starting to move faster. Faster and harder. He was chasing his own pleasure, hardly thinking of Sherlock's. He was....

John was lost in his own little world.

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"Nnnnnffff..." Sherlock laid his head down on his crossed arms down on the bed, which put his arse high up in the air. He bit down on his arm while John thrust above him, his thrusts moving him around on the bed.

Oh, he was being buggered hard now. He just couldn't resist any longer. He leaned up enough to move one hand back to himself. He barely took himself in hand and gave himself half a stroke before his whole body exploded.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!'' He screamed out as his orgasm hit him, hard enough for him to see stars and then start to white out.

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John didn't pause in his thrusts. He was chasing his own pleasure now. He felt and saw Sherlock come. But he was too far gone.

He leaned over the man as he took him, moving his hips hard and fast.

"Do you like it?" He asked breathlessly, "Being fucked?"

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It took a few moments for Sherlock to be able to respond to him, and when he did, his voice was breathless and harsh from the yelling he had been doing.

"Yessss.." He hissed.. his whole body was still on overdrive, almost to the point of overstimulation. His cock lay soft and sticky and spent against his thigh now, moving with each thrust John made into him.

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It didn't take long for John to come. He pushed his hips in, pressing against the man as he came with a cry. He jerked and gasped as he emptied himself into Sherlock.

He pulled away and then collapsed onto the bed next to Sherlock. "Christ."

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Sherlock was pushed around by John's desperate thrusts, trying as hard as he could to stay upright while he was rogered quite thoroughly.

Sherlock looked over his shoulder as best he could as John gasped, and then held him tight, he could feel the man's cock pulsing inside of him, feel the hot warmth inside.

"Johnnn." He groaned, putting his head down on the bed again, collapsing next to John, barely able to get an arm around him. He was quite thoroughly drained, and he knew John was... literally.

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John didn't say anything as he shifted closer to Sherlock, pressing against the man.

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. "Mm... Sleep."

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"John.. we need to clean up.." He whined, though his voice was already getting thick with sleep as well. He despised being messy... and yet, his body was not cooperating. He felt like he was made of lead.

"j'hn....." He tried to argue, but sleep was quick to overcome him.

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John was already asleep against Sherlock. His internal clock was going to be shot. But he didn't care. He was home. He had his lover. Everything was okay.

Okay...

He shifted a bit and cuddled against the man. He liked being the little spoon.

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The sun was barely coming through the closed curtains when the need to urinate woke Sherlock up.

"Nnnng." He could feel the now dried stickiness on his stomach, sticking him to the sheets, as well as what had leaked out of his arse and was now on his legs and thighs.

He tried to shift to get up, but a sharp jolt made him hiss in pain.

Oh god.. yes.. that had happened last night.. and now he was going to be quite sore from the quite thorough buggering that John had given him.

Despite the soreness, he urged his body up and into the loo, doing his business. He really wanted a shower.. REALLY wanted one, but he didn't want to totally wake up yet, so he finished up and tried as gently as possible to walk with his sore arse, getting back into bed and spooning up against John yet again.

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John didn't move. He remained curled up in bed, looking content. He was just glad to be back with his partner.

"Mm.. Sherlock..." He muttered as he shifted slightly in his sleep, seeking the warmth from the other man.

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"John." Sherlock preferred this, being the big spoon, it was helpful since he was the taller one anyways. He pressed up against John's back, laying an arm protectively over his stomach. He feathered light kisses along his neck, then settled in, hoping to get a few more hours rest, not that that was going to do anything for his soreness, but at least maybe it would for his exhaustion.

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John drifted back into a deeper sleep, comforted and eased by the man's presence. There were no nightmares to plague him. Nothing.

He opened his eyes a few hours later and made a noise. He didn't want to be awake. But he was warm and comfortable. So he snuggled back against the man holding him, not even thinking as he pressed his arse back against Sherlock's groin.

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"Mmmf.." Sherlock was still mostly asleep, but he was semi conscious enough to feel the rub against his groin. By sheer instinct, he pushed forward a little, making a contented noise deep in the back of his throat. His arms reflexively tightened around John, pulling them even closer together.

"J'n......"