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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"Good boy." He pet John's head like one would do to a favorite dog.

"Now, tell me. How long have you had that plug in your arse?" He asked with a sadistic grin. "The one that has my come all over it?"

Sherlock reached down and pushed down on John's shoulder, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him move down and push that plug further inside of him, all the way to the base. As John was undressing he saw that having it in his arse for that long was loosening the muscles, and it was slipping just a bit.

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"All day sir. Since you put it in me this morning." He answered almost breathlessly.

John cried out when he was pushed. That plug moving further into his body. It had left him nice and stretched. He could no doubt take a large dildo, crying and gasping when it was moved.

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"Ah, that is nice." He said, in mock cheerfulness, but his smile was gone in an instant. "But now, I think its time to replace it with something else."

Sherlock took a step back. "Stand up, and lean over the kitchen table." Close your eyes, and stay like that until I return. And if you even think about touching yourself or rutting against the table, you will have me to deal with."

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John rose to his feet and nodded. "Yes'sir." He swallowed and then moved over to the table. Without complaint he bent over. It put his arse on display and caused him to want more.

Knowing that he was on display for Sherlock. Knowing the man would use him, fuck him.

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As much as he had intended to just walk away, he couldn't help but go over to that wonderful plug filled arse of John's and move the plug in and out a few times, making sure that it hit his prostate each time.

The last time, he pushed it in hard, gave his right cheek a hard slap, and told him to stay just like that. Don't move.

Sherlock went into the bedroom, and prepared.

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John gasped and moaned with each pass of the plug inside him. And the slap against one cheek. It was almost enough to send him over the edge. He whimpered but nodded. He wouldn't move. He would stay right here.

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Sherlock, even though he wanted to get back there and roger John into the table, he took his time and stripped down naked. He lubed himself up and stroked himself until he was hard- not that there was very far to go.

And when that was done, he waited a bit longer, iddly stroking himself to stay hard, just to let John wait, and see if he would be able to wait and obey his master.

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He waited. He didn't move. John took slow even breaths to keep himself centered. He didn't want to disappoint Sir. He wanted to prove he was good. So very good.

He swallowed and relaxed.

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Sherlock figured after about 15 minutes, he had waited long enough. He grabbed the bottle of lube and walked out towards the kitchen.

"I hope, for your sake, your eyes are closed and there is no mess on the kitchen table." The table that he had, thankfully cleaned of his experiments before this whole thing started. He wasn't about to lose his research to slake his lust.

When he walked into the kitchen, he licked his lips. Oh, John was so needy and wonton, it made him even harder just looking at the man. He was going to really enjoy this.

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His eyes were indeed closed and there was no mess. But John was desperate. He squirmed and gasped.

"They are sir. I wouldn't dream of coming without your approval."

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"Good boy." Sherlock pat Johns head. "Now, grab onto the ends of the table, cause I'm gonna fuck you down onto it.

He gave his cock a good lubing up and stroked it a few time, then slapped John's arse with it one one cheek, then the other.

In one deft motion, he pulled the plug out, and slid his cock in.. Between the plug stretching and the lube inside and out, he slid right in with only the slightest bit of resistance.

"Ahhhhh.."

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John did grab the table. He felt like an offering in this position. But that's what he was? An offering to appease his master.

He felt like... Like the waiting made it so much more. The anticipation, the lust, the want and everything.

He gasped with each slap against his arse. But then. Oh then Sherlock was pulling the plug out and pushing in. He cried out at the sensation. There was no resistance, no pain. Just the feeling of Sherlock taking him. Owning him.

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Sherlock's hands grabbed at each side of his hips, hard enough that there would be large finger shaped bruises later.

He gave no quarter, he didn't try to build up, he just rammed right in and immediatly went to work, pounding hard into John's arse, slamming and pulling fast and hard, grunting with the exertion of each push and pull.

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He knew he was going to be bruised. Sherlock was gripping him tightly and pounding into him. John gasped and moaned, but was unable to squirm away. Not with how he was being held. Oh god.

He sobbed and kept hanging onto the table.

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"Quiet! Still and quiet, and you best not come yet... " He growled, stopping his thrusting only momentarily, only to slap John's arse hard, enough to leave a large red mark, then the started right back up, just as hard and fast as before, perhaps even more so, if that was even possible. He was grunting and sweating, working hard, and he could feel himself building up to the end...

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He didn't cry out or make any noise. John remained still, trying not to... Beg or plead. He loved the feeling of Sherlock fucking him so savagely. It was amazing.

John bit his lip and focused on not coming.

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Fingernails dug into John's hips, almost sharp and hard enough to draw blood. Sherlock'd head was thrown back and he made an animalistic noise as his orgasm overtook him and he drained himself into John once again, deep and hard and full, never letting up on his grip, or the speed of his thrusts until he could feel the pleasure finally ebbing.

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Feeling Sherlock come inside him, fill him. He shuddered and gripped the table. But he didn't make a noise. He didn't come himself. He just remained over the table, taking the rogering from the other man,

He felt like he was floating, wanting more. Needing more.

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He rocked a few more times, then grabbed the plug and pulled himself out, immeditatly replacing the plug inside of him.

Sherlock gave John's arse a slap after the plug was in place. "Such a good little fuck slut. Look at you, taking all my come. "

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He gasped when the man slapped his arse. John shivered, but he didn't move. He remained bent over the table.

Oh god. He swallowed and shifted just a bit. He couldn't help it. He was so incredibly hard. But he was obeying Sherlock, not coming.

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Without another word, Sherlock stood up and left the room.

He wasn't going to leave John for too long, but he wanted to see what the man would do. He watched from the hallway, with John facing the other direction and his eyes closed, he couldn't see that he was being observed.

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He remained over the table, taking deep breaths. Sherlock hadn't said he could move, so he wasn't going to move. He shifted a bit, trying to ease the ache in his hips, but he soon settled down, still holding onto the table.

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He had to decide, wait until he was ready again, or give John his end.

In the end, he decided that John had been very good, and he deserved to come. He did wait about 10 minutes though, before walking back into the kitchen.

"Has my little come slut been a good little boy?" He asked, in a slightly condescending tone.

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John swallowed and nodded. "I have sir. I haven't come once." He told Sherlock. He swallowed again and tried not to squirm too much.

God. He wanted to come.

He wanted to snuggle into bed with Sherlock. With this man he hardly knew. But it all felt right.

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Sherlock doesn't say a word. He reaches between John and the table and took him in hand, stroking hard and fast. He leaned down and whispered in the man's ear "Come for me, John.. I want to watch you come undone."