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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John didn't move. He remained curled up in bed, looking content. He was just glad to be back with his partner.

"Mm.. Sherlock..." He muttered as he shifted slightly in his sleep, seeking the warmth from the other man.

"John." Sherlock preferred this, being the big spoon, it was helpful since he was the taller one anyways. He pressed up against John's back, laying an arm protectively over his stomach. He feathered light kisses along his neck, then settled in, hoping to get a few more hours rest, not that that was going to do anything for his soreness, but at least maybe it would for his exhaustion.

John drifted back into a deeper sleep, comforted and eased by the man's presence. There were no nightmares to plague him. Nothing.

He opened his eyes a few hours later and made a noise. He didn't want to be awake. But he was warm and comfortable. So he snuggled back against the man holding him, not even thinking as he pressed his arse back against Sherlock's groin.

"Mmmf.." Sherlock was still mostly asleep, but he was semi conscious enough to feel the rub against his groin. By sheer instinct, he pushed forward a little, making a contented noise deep in the back of his throat. His arms reflexively tightened around John, pulling them even closer together.

"J'n......"

John whined softly as he felt that arm tighten around him. He liked the strength that Sherlock possessed. It was comforting.

But feeling Sherlock push forward against him... It made him want and he pushed back, moaning softly.

Well, that was waking Sherlock up a bit.. in more ways than one.

"J'hnnnnn.." He sounded slightly more awake, but still not totally there yet. His body started to react as well to feeling John, and especially his arse, pressing up against Sherlock's cock. It started to firm up, putting a bit more pressure on John's thigh.

"Nnng..." He was trying to protest... slightly.. but his body was beginning to betray him.. and his desires.

He muttered and made soft noises. God. Oh god. He whined and pushed back. He could feel Sherlock pressing against him.

He had missed this.

"D'mnt... J'hn...." He grunted, trying to sound annoyed but really sounding more desperate than anything else. He was sore, he was sticky, and he wanted to sleep.

And yet, there was no way he could deny that he really wanted to remind John that that had been a one time thing, and that he was the one in charge.

The arm that wasn't draped over John spread his arse cheeks just a little, and Sherlock pushed his semi-hard cock between the cheeks, not towards his entrance but perpendicular, like he was putting a hot dog into a bun.

He rubbed his cock between John's cheeks a few times, his length thickening with each short little pass.

John himself was slowly waking up. He whined when he felt Sherlock push and move. He didn't feel the usual delightful burn of being fucked by the man against him.

"Wh't?" he asked, his mind not quite catching up with the rest of everything yet.

He enjoyed it when he was made to be a toy. Was Sherlock just using him to get off?

This was one thing they had never done, had Sherlock fuck between his cheeks.. it would mean that he wouldn't have to waste time waking up and preparing John, he could just keep going like this.

So he decided that he would.

He shifted himself a bit to give himself a better angle to thrust at, and moved his hand to John's hip to keep him still. Sherlock was awake now, fully hard and aching already. Every movement brought a bit of the sore pain to the forefront, a reminder that he wasn't used to getting fucked, but it had been wonderful, he didn't regret it. He would take the pain.

But for now.. the pleasure. He leaned down and bit at John's neck.

"Why can't you let me sleep?" He asked between nibbles. "Why can't you just stop being so damn alluring for a short time so I don't constantly want to bugger you?"

John's brain hadn't caught up. He was sinking into the pleasure, the want and the sensations. He could feel Sherlock rubbing against him and it was good.

He moaned, unable to stop himself.

It felt good, knowing who he belonged to.

Sherlock bit harder.. he wanted John awake and cognizant that he was fucking his ass cheeks right now.

The arm around John held him as tight as he could without breaking any ribs. The other hand on his hip was also going to bruise with at tight as he was holding his lover.

"Mine..." He growled in John's ear, picking up the pace even more, his teeth coming so close to drawing blood where his neck met his shoulder, but stopping just short.

He was desperate now.. chasing the high.. building to the inevitable sticky ending..

That harder bite woke him fully and he gasped at it, pushing back towards the man against him. But he was held tight. He couldn't move.

John moaned, eyes fluttering closed. He couldn't help it, really couldn't.

Images of being tied down and left with a vibrator in his arse filled his mind. But he wasn't filled right now. No, Sherlock was getting his pleasure, and he wasn't getting any.

"Nnng.. Johnnnnnn...." Sherlock fucked hard and fast between John's cheeks, a fine sheen of sweat dotted his brow..

"Ahhhhh!!!" He threw his head back and came, splattering himself between John's arse, and up the bottom of his back. He kept rocking for a few moments afterwards, then finally, totally spent, he grunted and rolled back over onto his back, panting for breath.

John remained on his side, gasping for breath. Well shit. That had been... Been... He had loved it. He felt sticky and used, but it was a good feeling. He turned slowly and looked at Sherlock.

"We should go both shower..."

As much as he really didn't want to move, John was right.

"And burn the sheets." He said with a smile.

He groaned loudly when he got up, the extra effort this morning made the soreness worse.

"I'm gonna feel this for a couple of days." he rubbed his arse as he got up and started to pull the sheets off the bed and piling the onto the floor. He wasn't sure after two fuckings if they were salvageable or not.

"It's an excuse to buy new sheets." John laughed as he got off the bed. He got up and looked at Sherlock with a grin. He then went to the bathroom to start the shower.

Sherlock piled up the sheets, then walked into the bathroom, turning the water on hotter than John had had it originally. Sherlock always did prefer a slightly hotter shower, and it would help the soreness.

He stepped in first, groaning as the hot water relaxed his muscles. "Ahh... just what the Doctor ordered.. Literally."

John watched him for a moment and then got in the shower as well. He faced the taller man and smiled. "You'll tell me if you need help getting through any withdrawal symptoms you have?"

A lot of sex probably would help.

Sherlock nodded. The sex last night, and this morning had been pretty good for helping him not think about it, but even the hot water couldn't stave off the headache that he felt coming. He knew it would be bad, but he should have already been through the absolutely worst of it.

He hoped.

Sherlock closed his eyes, even the muted lights of the shower were intense. He knew by rote where the soap was, and he started to clean himself in earnest.

John watched for a moment and then began to clean up himself. He was grateful for the hot water.

He decided that they would order in, he didn't feel like cooking, and he was sure neither of them wanted to go out yet. They needed time to soak into one another, to feel the other again.

Sherlock took as long as he could, until the water started to run cool, before he finally stepped out and toweled himself down.

He wrapped the towel low around his hips and went back into the bedroom, limping a little as he went, and put on an old, soft tshirt, pajama bottoms, and a dressing gown that he left open.

Ah, that was much better.

John rinsed himself off and then got out of the shower. He dried off with a fresh towel and went into the bedroom to gather his sleep clothes from the previous night. He would need to get his things out of storage.

((Hey, I am sorry, I was at a convention all weekend and the internet was pretty rank. I am only home 3 days, on Thursday I go to 221B Con! So I may be quiet again. Sorry!!))

Sherlock was still in the bedroom when John walked in. He was half laying on the bed, rubbing his arse. He froze, like a deer in the headlights.

"How do you do this?" He asked, sitting up with a little grimace. Do I make you this sore every time?

Suddenly his libido was dropping like a load balloon. He didn't want to cause John as much discomfort as he was feeling right now.

[It's all good! You mentioned that before :) And I've been fairly busy myself. And hey, life happens. You'll reply when you can~]

"I'm also more used to it than you are." John told Sherlock as he crossed over to sit on the bed, "The first few times I had sex, I was sore. But I got used to it. I quite like the sensation of being stretched by you, opened to accept your cock, or whatever toy you slide into me," He reached out and touched his cheek.

"If you were hurting me, I would tell you. And do you think for a moment I would let you do anything that I wasn't comfortable with?"

Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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