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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When John moved, Sherlock groaned and scoot back against John, making a little noise when John got out of bed. When John got up, Sherlock- his eyes still closed, rolled over onto John's side, snuggling into to the warmth, and taking a little sniff of the pillow. It smelled like John, and Sherlock, still asleep, smiled.

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John took care of himself and returned to bed. He climbed in, this time being the little spoon.

He drifted off back to sleep, enjoying being wrapped up in his lover.

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Sherlock had never quite woken up, but he never quite got all the way back to sleep, either. His bladder was telling him that he should get up as well, and as the big spoon, he knew that John could now feel the evidence of both his bladder and the dreams that he had been having pressing up against his thigh.

But he tried to be good for as long as he could, letting John sleep. He really had needed it, both of them had.

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"If I had known you had a hard on, I would have waited to take care of mine." John muttered sleepily. But he could be persuaded to get another.

He was in that comfortable drowsy state.

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Sherlock frowned.. Why would he have rubbed one off in the bathroom? Did he not want to do anything with him any more? Shouldn't he have assumed that Sherlock was in the same predicament?

"It's okay." He said, hiding the disappointment in his voice. He got up and went to the use the loo. But he was already flagging a bit, so he didn't bother trying to get off. By the time he got into bed, he was fairly soft again. "Sleep, John. You still need it."

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John looked at him, biting his lip. "I... I didn't know if you would want to jump back into a sexual relationship right away."

"I'm sorry..." he'd only been back two days and it felt like he was messing up sharon. Assuming things.

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"Oh. I guess.. I shouldn't have assumed. I apologize." He had wanted to pick up where they left off, but if John wanted to go slower, then go slower he shall.
"We can go as slow as you want to, John. This is nice." He assured John, kissing over his neck and shoulder blade softly. He wasn't licking or biting, just lavishing soft, almost chaste kisses on John's body, worshiping his skin.

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John made a small noise at the kisses along his neck. Oh. He closed his eyes, biting his lip. "Oh god..."

"I don't want to go slow. I want you. I want to remember you."

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"Good." Sherlock purred into his ear. "Because I'm not sure that I can resist you for too much longer."

The soft kisses turned into bites, always below the collar of his shirts, Sherlock knew EXACTLY how far he could go that no one would see the brands that he left on John.

"Mine." he growled, rolling John onto his back and leaning over him. Now he could get to a lot more of John, including his nipples. He took the nearer one into his mouth and sucked and bit it, just on this side of painful.

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"Yours..." John agreed.

He cried out when Sherlock sucked on his nipple. Oh fuck. Fuck. Yes. He wanted this. To be owned by the man.

He let out a breath and reached up to touch Sherlock's hair, aching for more. To be tied to the bed and fucked over and over.

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Sherlock reached under the covers and tugged at his pajama bottoms, silently indicating that he needed to push his hips off the bed and pull the damn things down, so he could get to the real prize.

As much as Sherlock was feeling rather possessive right now, he really didn't think that either of them were in the right head space for a scene, and he was still worried about John's leg. He hadn't even asked about the injury yet.

"John." He suddenly stopped. "Your.. leg.." Suddenly the worry came back tenfold. He wasn't about to injure John any further.

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John lifted his hips and allowed Sherlock to pull off his pyjama pants. He started at Sherlock for a moment before looking down to his leg.

"IED. I ended up catching shrapnel in my left side. Most of it went into my leg."

There were new scars along the side of his body. And one close to his femoral artery.

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He didn't really want to stop what they were doing, but he had to trace the changes in his lover's body.

Sherlock looked up to John, his finger hovering just centimeters away from the skin, in a silent question.. could he touch them?. He knew how close the man had come to dying, which sent a shiver down his spine. He though he had lost John, and he really almost had.

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He nodded. Sherlock could touch all he wanted. He licked his lips and spread himself just a bit. To give Sherlock an eyeful. He wanted the man to explore. To learn.

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"Does... it.. hurt?" Sherlock ran his fingers ever so gently across the skin, just hard enough that it wouldn't tickle, but still light enough that it wouldn't hurt him, at least he hoped so.

The pads of Sherlock's index finger traced the lines of the scars, not missing a single one, covering each slowly, taking in every little pore and hair and raised bump on John's perfect skin.

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"Sometimes. But it hasn't since I'm with you." He breathed.

John started at Sherlock, swallowing. His lover... It had been so long and he ached to remember it.

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Sherlock shifted down a bit until he was almost between John's legs, then he leaned and and oh so gently kissed the injured areas, his kisses tracing the lines that his fingers had just a few moments before.

"You are perfect." He said, giving John the lightest of licks. "Every. Single. Part. Of you." He kissed John's skin between each of the words, punctuating the end with a lick up John's inner thigh.

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John squirmed. He arched and gasped and pushed up. His head was spinning and spinning. Sherlock's touch was never like anything he'd had before.

"I missed you..."

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Sherlock had tried to stay still and calm and take it easy, but the more he touched John, the more he couldn't stop thinking about how he thought the man had been dead.

"You're alive. You're here." He kept repeating as his kissed got quicker and more heated and more desperate. "I thought I lost you, but you are here... I can touch you and smell you and taste you..." He kissed all over John's body, quick, desperate, needy kisses that he lathered onto any part of John that he could get his lips on.

"You're alive. You're alive."

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"I'm not going anywhere..." he promised, "I swear. I'll never leave you."

John was hard, he was aching. He needed Sherlock. He needed his lover. He hiccups and grabbed the man's hair, tugging.

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Sherlock grunted at the tug, he moved back up John's body, draping his own over the shorter man, until their lips met again. He was hungry, nipping and licking at John's lips, his neck, his chin, his cheek, anywhere he could get to.

He rubbed his naked body against John, showing the man how hard he was as well, frottaging against his lover, letting their lengths nudge and rub against one another.

"John. Please." He felt possessive and needy, but he also felt vulnerable and for possibly the first time every in his life, he felt like giving in. He had never had anyone inside of him, but oh God if he didn't want John to take him right now.. to remind him that he was here, corporeal.

"Please.." He begged, not able to get anything else out.

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"Anything that you want." He managed between the kisses. John ached and wanted his lover. He wanted to tumble and fall.

John wanted to be reminded that this was real. They were real. That this wasn't a fever dream.

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One long slow rub of his body against John's a hard, needy grind, puts Sherlock's head at John's ear.

"John... please.. t-t-take me.." He whispered, almost too low to be heard.

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And for a moment John's world stopped. Sherlock wanted him to do what? He looked at the man, letting out a breath. "Are you sure?"

He was pretty sure the man had only ever topped, that no one had taken him before. It meant he would be tight, and a lot of patience and lube would be needed.

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Sherlock stopped moving, looking John in the eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and it was from more than just exertion and arousal.

Quickly, his eyes flitted down, away from John. "I.. I'm sorry.. I assumed again. I know you don't top.Forget I asked." And suddenly, he had ruined the mood yet again. Good going, Sherlock- he thought to himself. You are good at cocking it up.