ihadabadday | Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed

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nc-17; au; rp; johnlock

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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." 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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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..."

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."

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"No! I want to. But I want to be sure that's what you want. That you're not just doing this because you think you owe me something or that you want to make up for things." John grabbed Sherlock's shoulders and then twisted them so the man was on his back. He straddled his hips, looking down at Sherlock.

"I want to give you the world and I want you to be happy."

Sherlock shook his head and smiled. He knew that there was power and strength inside John, which he got to see when John rolled him onto his back like it was nothing.

"No, John. I want to do this. I want to feel you in me, remind me that you are here, you are real, that this is not just some dream. Please... John.. PLease... "

He put his hand on Sherlock's cheek and nodded, stroking his fingers over the stubbly skin. "I will. Let me get the lube..."

John shifted off Sherlock's lap and moved to see if there was lube, and to see if it was still good.

"Right bedside table, top drawer, under the papers" He said with a smile, taking himself in hand and gently stroking.. not enough to get off, but enough to make him nice and hard and ready for his lover.

He was thrumming with excitement.. And nervousness. He had never done this before. what if it hurt.. or what if he didn't like it?

John smiled as he retrieved it. He returned to the bed and looked at his partner. "Thank you for trusting me..." He whispered to him. He kissed Sherlock's stomach, just below his belly button.

He opened the lube and spread it over his fingers.

:"Always, John. Always." He sighed softly when John kissed at his belly, imagining those lips on places lower..

Bit that was not for now. This was something bigger.. something even bigger than the both of them.

Sherlock leaned his head back onto the pillow, closed his eyes and spread his legs apart, his body tense and coiled.

"Hey... You need to relax. If you're tense... Neither of us will like the ending." He whispered.

John teased and stroked his fingers from Sherlock's balls down to his entrance and back before he took the tip of his cock in his mouth and sucked.

Sherlock, his eyes still closed, fell back on some of his past relaxation techniques. He breathed deep and slow a few times, willing his body to relax.

But, of course all that went out the door when John's fingers found his perineum and his mouth settled around his cock.

"Ahhhh!!!" His eyes went wide and he jolted up onto his elbows before laying back down again.

"John. your wicked, wicked mouth." Oh how he had missed this.

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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