ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

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.

John was exhausted. He nodded and shifted to lay on the bed on his side. He smiled at Sherlock. "Come down here and cuddle me." He said. He was being a little demanding. But honestly, he didn't care.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. But he insisted that he was not going to be overly dominant when they were in bed as equals, so he let it go, for now. He laid down and wrapped his long arms around John, puling him in tight.

"We still have a lot to go over. Other than the fact that we still know little about each other, there is also living arrangements, meeting times and places, and rules, both in and out of scenes." This was a pretty good time to talk, when they were both sated and comfortable. This type of talk wouldn't rile them back up, so they would be up for a good, frank discussion.

John hummed as he thought.

"If we are going to be exclusive... As in I see no other clients, one of two things will have to happen, you would need to pay for my flat, or I move in." He said, "for the record, I'm thirty-four, ex-military, I'm a doctor and I hate the Prime Minister."

Sherlock chuckled. That was an.. interesting random bit of information to give about one's self.

"It would make more sense for you to live here, though I can understand if you are hesitant to move here right away before we know if we are truly compatible." he replied. "A couple of shags are nice, but that doesn't necessarily mean that we will get along with each other long term. The ultimate choice for that is up to you"

"As I am not currently seeing anyone, being exclusive would not be a problem for me. There is another option if you want to move in here, there is a bedroom on the third floor of my flat. There is no loo there, so you would have to use that and the kitchen on my floor, but it would... ease you in here. Again, your choice."

He took a short pause. "As for me, I am thirty, and I am a graduate chemist who solves crimes to make a living, works with the police, who barely tolerate me, except for Lestrade... You'll meet him soon, I'm sure, and I really have no opinion on politics. They bore me, to be truthful. And I have a meddlesome brother, who I am sure that you will have the misfortune of being abducted by soon, as soon as he realizes that you and I are in a relationship."

John pushed himself up onto his elbow and stared at Sherlock for a moment. He was thinkingof what to say...

"I think... This feels right." He said, "It's an odd sensation. One I haven't feltin a while. But it's right. I know it is. I'll move in. We may argue and we may disagree, but it's part of being in a relationship. Right?"

John stroked some of Sherlock's hair out of his face. "I don't give a rat's arse if it's fast, if we've only shagged. If it feels right then fuck everything else."

A warm smile filled Sherlock's face, and he he kissed John, a long, sensual but not overly sexual kiss. He didn't lick or nip, just an almost chaste kiss that lasted too long to actually be chaste.

"Alright, then. Tomorrow we can find a moving company to help you pack. I'm not sure how much you have. This flat is not large, but you can use the upper bedroom as storage as well as a bed. There is a bed already up there, so you don't need to move yours, we can arrange to give it to charity, along with any dressers and such." He had to assume that John was going to at least start living in the upper bedroom until they were.. more well acquainted.

"That still leaves rules. I'm sure we will be making new ones and changing them as we get used to each other, but there should be some ground rules set, for both of us."

John nodded. It made the most sense. He wasn't overly attached to any of his things. The military had taught him that. And days he wondered if that was good or bad. But it made moving easy.

"My flat is furnished. I have no furniture to move." He told Sherlock.

He bit his lip at the mention of rules. He got it. Rules made things orderly and it was sometimes fun to break rules.

"I like my privacy. Please do not snoop through my things. No punishments that restrict me to the flat for more than twelve hours. I like to go running."

There were other things, but John wanted to wait too Sherlock's reaction to those.

A relationship. He'd really never had a proper one before. It was such an odd sensation, but one he found that he wasn't hating.

What was it about this man that made him throw everything out the window? All his rules and conditions. None of that mattered with Sherlock.

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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