ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

Sherlock smiled down at the man. "Good boy." He said, again, though he didn't pat the man's head like he had last time. He liked this position, nice and hard, his hands on his thighs, looking down at the ground.

"You have obviously been trained before, yet I had not seen you here before my travels took me away from London for two years. I assume that either you worked in another bar, or had a personal Master that trained you well. I have had much worse whores than you. So far, I am pleased."

The smile faded from his face. "But you still have a long way to go. We have only just begun." He said, his voice harder. For now, though. I think you have earned a little reward. " He leaned down and tipped John's face up, so that they were looking at each other. "Do you think that you have earned a reward, my little slut?"

"I was in the military sir. And when I left, I did have a personal master for a bit before I started working the bars." John answered. He felt it was best to be honest. One way or another Sir would find out.

He felt that hand on his chin and looked into those eyes. He would be lying if he said his breath didn't catch. The man was stunning.

"I deserve what you deem sir." He answered.

So, he had had a master. What had happened, he wondered? So he pressed on.

"You say that you had a master, but then you started working in the bars. Why did you leave your master, or did he leave you? I need to know these things, because I will not tolerate disloyalty." He could tell that, at least do far, John had been telling the truth.

"I do, however, appreciate honesty. So please, continue to be honest with me. I will not judge you, I promise."

"He died." John said. There was absolutely no emotion in his voice. It was a doctor's delivery. Just who was this man?

It had been a while since he had spoken of his former Master... He still couldn't bring himself to say their name. He had thought... Thought that it might get easier. But it hadn't.

"I swear I will be nothing less than honest with you Sir."

Sherlock frowned. He hadn't intended for this to get maudlin. "Oh, I am sorry." he was truly sorry, the honestly showed in the softness of his voice.

He reached down and gently touched John's head again. "I believe you when you say that." He said, quietly.

"And now, I think you have earned your reward." He said, getting back to business. His eyes went from John to his own cock. "You've please me so far, but let's see if you can put that wicket tongue to work and really pleasure me. Get to it, cock slave."

And just like that, the softness was gone and he was back his dominant personality.

John let out a breath and let himself relax. He leaned his head into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. He savored it. After a moment he straightened and opened his eyes.

It had been a while since he had been so honest with a dom. Normally he just told them what they wanted to hear.

"Yes'sir." He whispered.

John leaned in and took the tip of that cock in his mouth. He shivered and slowly began to suck, working his tongue around it.

"Ahhh, fuck." He knew this man was good. Sherlock was not, unless in the context of talking down to a sub, one for cursing. But this man, oh he was good.

"Nnng... Yes.. No need to rush.. Just enjoy my head for a bit. Explore it, get to know it. I have a feeling you will know it quite intimately soon, and hopefully for a long time." Yes, he definitely wants to see this slave again. Soon. And often.

John was rewarded with a bit of pre leaking from Sherlock's slit, just a little taste of what was sure to come.

He listened. John shivered and then worked his tongue around the head. He tasted the tip, making a noise.

His stomach clenched at the praise. He liked it. John wanted to please him.

He glanced up quickly, and then returned to his task. He slowly moved his tongue around the head, teasing and tasting. He didn't want to displease Sir.

Sherlock arched himself forward, rubbing his glans against John's face, leaving little trails of his pre in sticky lines on his skin.

His hand went into John's short hair. "I almost wish there was more of your hair to grab." He lamented. "But the short, military look, it looks good on you. I will just have to be a bit more.. creative." He chuckled.

Sherlock let John explore for a bit longer, then forcefully pulled his head away, jerking him by the short hair on his head.

"Do you think you are ready to get your full reward?" He stroked the side of John;s cheek. "I wonder if you can deep throat me. I hate to waste some of my cock not being warmed by that handsome little slut mouth of yours."

John shivered as he felt that hand stroke through his hair, hold it. He swallowed and then gasped when his head was jerked back.

He looked up at Sir. He let out a breath and nodded. "I think so Sir." The blonde whispered, "I have never had an issue deep throating people in the past."

"Good boy." He almost purred. "Then, get to it!" His voice snapped back to its normal, demanding tone. He almost shoved John forward onto his dick. He had been waiting long enough. He had been patient with the man, but his cock as dripping and aching and he needed to have his release.

He relaxed and let himself be pushed. Once his lips closed around the head, he gave a suck and then moved his head down, taking more in that length.

The blonde shivered and took a breath as he felt Sir's cock hit the back of his throat. He moaned and let himself relax further. Without any further hesitation, he moved his head down and took the rest in. His lips were pressing against Sir's pelvis.

Sherlock shut his eyes tight, letting himself concentrate on feeling John's mouth close around his cock, letting the warm dampness cover him.

He felt his cock slip further and further down, until his bollocks slapped quietly against John's chin. He had done, it and the first time, too. Oh, he must have taken down cocks even longer than his. That was a fascinating thought.

Sherlock stayed like that for a few moments, letting John get his breathing pattern under control, since he had less of an airway, and just enjoying the feeling of being deepthroated.

After a bit, he pulled out, until about half of his cock remained, then pushed back in, slow at first. He didn't want to choke his little slut.

Not yet, at least.

John moaned. It was a feeling having a cock down his throat like this. He shivered and tightened his hands into fists. He wanted to touch, but that had not been okayed. Just his mouth.

He took careful breaths since Sir was so big down his throat. It was a nice feeling though, being taken like this. He had to wonder what it would feel like to have him in his arse.

He grunted at the first slow thrust. But he remained relaxed. Was he going to eventually come down his throat or on his face?

"Ohhh... such a good little boy." Sherlock really didn't care that John was older than him, he would always be his 'little bot' when it came to dominating him like this...

The thrusts that started out slow started to pick up steam. He tangled his fingers in John's hair, his eyes thinning. Oh, he wasn't going to last long like this, between the attention that John had given him and his sweet, warm mouth.

"NNnnnn.. You're gonna get your reward.. and soon, you little cock slut."

John gave a low whine as those thrusts started to speed up. Fuck fuck. He could feel Sir's balls slapping against his chin, and drool running out of his mouth. It was filthy. Utterly filthy. But he loved it. He really did.

He whimpered and waited eagerly for his reward. He knew it would be worth it. And he knew Sir wouldn't be done with him after this. They hadn't discussed length or price or anything. But he had a feeling the man knew what he was doing.

Sherlock dug his nails into John's scalp, hard enough to leave little red indentations. His thrusts became quick, erratic, desperate. He fucked John's throat, not thinking about his needing to breathe, not thinking about anything but the desire to finish, to orgasm.

He threw his head back, yelling loud enough that if there were people in the rooms next to them, they had probably heard it. "AHHHHHH!!!!! His cock twitched and flared and erupted, sending warm, salty ropes of come deep down John's throat.

Sherlock rode the waves of his pleasure, thrusting with each pulse of his cock, until he was spent, and he pulled his quickly softening cock out of the man's mouth, which was dribbling out his seed.

John swallowed. He swallowed all that he could, but some still escaped. He would clean it up if or when commanded.

He let out a breath when that cock was pulled out of his mouth. "Thank you sir." John said in a rush.

Sherlock took the base of his cock in hand and smeared a bit of the leftover come on John's face. He smiled, the little slut looked nice painted with himself, he decided, smugly. He let go of himself and looked down at John.

"Lick me clean." He commanded. "But be careful. I'm sure even you as a little cock slut know how oversensitive you can be right after you come."

John swallowed and nodded. He leaned in and began to lick along his cock. Taking care not to stimulate him too much.

"May I touch you to pull the glans back to clean under there?" He asked looking up at Sherlock.

"Mmm... You have a wicked tongue." He purred. "It's almost a shame to let someone as skilled as you go." He honestly wished that he could take John home and use him any time he wished, but he knew the rent boys here were almost always owned by another. It sent a surprising streak of jealousy through him.

He did appreciate the not only did John want to clean him well, but he asked about using his hands so he could do a better job.

"You may slave, but only touch as little as you can. You haven't earned that right, not quite yet." There was a slight disadvantage to being uncircumcised, though that was the norm in the UK. It made sex better, but it was also more important to keep it clean.

"Get to it, slut." he waved his hand at John dismissively.

John was one of the few who was not attached to anyone. He had fought hard to keep himself free of attachments. "You don't have to sir..." he said after a moment, flushing.

He lifted his hand and carefully pushed Sherlock's cock up. He pulled the foreskin back just enough to clean under it, taking care not to miss any part with his tongue. Once that was finished, he lowered his hand and released him.

He returned to licking along his length cleaning him, making a soft noise as he did so.

"Nnnnng. That tongue." he could feel his cock twitching a bit, though it would be some time before he could think about actually getting hard again.

When he was clean enough, the the sensations were getting a little overwhelming, he pushed John away, hard enough to make him topple over.

"You said that I don't have to. What did you mean, slut? Are you trying to tell me that you aren't owned? Someone with a tongue like that has to have a master, or an owner, or a pimp at least."

He would love to own this little piece of handsome. But it was too good to be true to think that he really wasn't attached to anyone at all.

John lost his balance and did indeed tumble over. He pushed himself back up onto his knees, eyes cast at the floor. He tightened his hands into fists.

"Many have tried sir. But I own myself. There is no other master or pimp or owner." John then raised his head and stared at Sherlock, "I choose to submit sexually and many of them wanted a submissive all the time and that is not who I am."

It had been so easy for many to forget that he was a former soldier, that he had been a doctor in the military.

Sherlock growled. "Did I tell you that you could look up at me?" Sherlock half kicked and half pushed John with his foot, where his legs were bunched up underneath him, where he was kneeling. It was hard enough to knock him over again.

"It's a shame." He said, pacing around John, keeping a foot on him so he couldn't get back up. "You were very promising. But I see that you have a defiant streak in you. I won't stand for that." He put a little pressure on John, but not enough to really hurt him.

"And a double shame that you will not submit to having an owner. I could give you everything that you desire, and all you would need to do, would be to be ready for me when I need you."

He lifted his foot away, so John could get up. "Get out. I don't want to see you again. Unless you change your mind, of course." he almost purred the last sentence.

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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