Into the Night - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

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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He looked positively huge. But maybe it was just the anger. He let out a whine and nodded. He understood.

John could be patient. He could wait. He wanted to be a good slut for Sir.

He shifted a bit on his knees, spreading his legs a bit. He wasn't trying to get relief, just a better angle.

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"My pants need to come off. Now." He ordered. "But you damn well better not touch my cock or bollocks with any part of your lips or tongue, or else where will be... consequences." He growled. His tone made it certain that it would not be in any way enjoyable for John

Let's see how he solved this puzzle, he thought.

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John swallowed and nodded. He moved to one side and carefully tugged the pants down with his teeth. He then went to the other side to do the same. He was taking it slow, not wanting to upset Sir.

Soon enough he watched the pants slide down Sir's legs and he lowered his gaze. He hadn't earned Sir's cock yet. Not even the privilege to look at it.

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Sherlock had deliberately spread his legs out a bit to make John have to work harder to get his pants down, but eventually pushed them back together after letting John do the hardest part, and let gravity once again take over.

He pat John's head, like one would pat a dog who brought his master his slippers.

"Good boy." He said with a slight smile.

"Now only one more task before I give you the privilege of sucking me." He said, the praise in the voice gone.

He turned around, presenting his arse. "Clean." He said."You can use your hands to open my cheeks, but nothing more. A good cleaning, then you can have your reward."

As with everything fastidious about him, he had made sure to clean this part of himself well. Of course there would always be his musky scent, even after a wash, but all of him was totally clean, there was no chance of.. contamination.

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John shivered at the touch. Oh fuck. He let out a breath. Such weight was carried on two little words. He could hardly believe it. But he did want to please Sir. He did want the privilege of sucking him. Of being nothing more than a hole to fuck

He watched as he turned, presenting that arse to him. John licked his lips and shifted closer. He then rose higher on his knees and reached up to spread his cheeks.

Without waiting and not wanting to disappoint Sir, he leaned in and ran his tongue over that hole.

He whimpered and did it again. And again.

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"Ahhhhh.." It was the first noise he had made other than talking to John. Through the feet, the trousers, and the pants, he had stayed quiet, but when it was his arse that was being worshiped, he couldn't help but moan softly.

"Inside." He commanded. He knew that a tongue wouldn't go far inside, but it would be enough to make him feel very, very nice.

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He felt a small surge of pride that he did that. That he cause Sir to make that noise. He wanted to keep hearing noises from him. To know he was doing well.

John made a noise in acknowledgement before he pushed his tongue inside. The hole gripped him tight, but he began glove his tongue in and out and around.

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"Ahhhh... yesss..." He hissed, shifting backwards to press himself further against John. Oh, this was heaven. That little tongue of his was quite wicked, and well skilled.

He gave himself a few more moments of bliss before he went serious again.

"STOP." he commanded. "Kneel before me, eyes down. That is how I want you when we start and end sessions and between playtimes. That is your default position. Do you understand?"

Oh, he wanted to play with his man more- him and that tongue of his. But now it was time to really put it to use.

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John pulled away and assumed the required position. He put his hands on his thighs, not touching his hard cock. He had developed a large amount of self control over his tenure as a rent boy.

"Yes'sir. I understand." He said.

He let out a breath, focusing on the floor.

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Sherlock smiled down at the man. "Good boy." He said, again, though he didn't pat the man's head like he had last time. He liked this position, nice and hard, his hands on his thighs, looking down at the ground.

"You have obviously been trained before, yet I had not seen you here before my travels took me away from London for two years. I assume that either you worked in another bar, or had a personal Master that trained you well. I have had much worse whores than you. So far, I am pleased."

The smile faded from his face. "But you still have a long way to go. We have only just begun." He said, his voice harder. For now, though. I think you have earned a little reward. " He leaned down and tipped John's face up, so that they were looking at each other. "Do you think that you have earned a reward, my little slut?"

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"I was in the military sir. And when I left, I did have a personal master for a bit before I started working the bars." John answered. He felt it was best to be honest. One way or another Sir would find out.

He felt that hand on his chin and looked into those eyes. He would be lying if he said his breath didn't catch. The man was stunning.

"I deserve what you deem sir." He answered.

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So, he had had a master. What had happened, he wondered? So he pressed on.

"You say that you had a master, but then you started working in the bars. Why did you leave your master, or did he leave you? I need to know these things, because I will not tolerate disloyalty." He could tell that, at least do far, John had been telling the truth.

"I do, however, appreciate honesty. So please, continue to be honest with me. I will not judge you, I promise."

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"He died." John said. There was absolutely no emotion in his voice. It was a doctor's delivery. Just who was this man?

It had been a while since he had spoken of his former Master... He still couldn't bring himself to say their name. He had thought... Thought that it might get easier. But it hadn't.

"I swear I will be nothing less than honest with you Sir."

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Sherlock frowned. He hadn't intended for this to get maudlin. "Oh, I am sorry." he was truly sorry, the honestly showed in the softness of his voice.

He reached down and gently touched John's head again. "I believe you when you say that." He said, quietly.

"And now, I think you have earned your reward." He said, getting back to business. His eyes went from John to his own cock. "You've please me so far, but let's see if you can put that wicket tongue to work and really pleasure me. Get to it, cock slave."

And just like that, the softness was gone and he was back his dominant personality.

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John let out a breath and let himself relax. He leaned his head into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. He savored it. After a moment he straightened and opened his eyes.

It had been a while since he had been so honest with a dom. Normally he just told them what they wanted to hear.

"Yes'sir." He whispered.

John leaned in and took the tip of that cock in his mouth. He shivered and slowly began to suck, working his tongue around it.

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"Ahhh, fuck." He knew this man was good. Sherlock was not, unless in the context of talking down to a sub, one for cursing. But this man, oh he was good.

"Nnng... Yes.. No need to rush.. Just enjoy my head for a bit. Explore it, get to know it. I have a feeling you will know it quite intimately soon, and hopefully for a long time." Yes, he definitely wants to see this slave again. Soon. And often.

John was rewarded with a bit of pre leaking from Sherlock's slit, just a little taste of what was sure to come.

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He listened. John shivered and then worked his tongue around the head. He tasted the tip, making a noise.

His stomach clenched at the praise. He liked it. John wanted to please him.

He glanced up quickly, and then returned to his task. He slowly moved his tongue around the head, teasing and tasting. He didn't want to displease Sir.

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Sherlock arched himself forward, rubbing his glans against John's face, leaving little trails of his pre in sticky lines on his skin.

His hand went into John's short hair. "I almost wish there was more of your hair to grab." He lamented. "But the short, military look, it looks good on you. I will just have to be a bit more.. creative." He chuckled.

Sherlock let John explore for a bit longer, then forcefully pulled his head away, jerking him by the short hair on his head.

"Do you think you are ready to get your full reward?" He stroked the side of John;s cheek. "I wonder if you can deep throat me. I hate to waste some of my cock not being warmed by that handsome little slut mouth of yours."

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John shivered as he felt that hand stroke through his hair, hold it. He swallowed and then gasped when his head was jerked back.

He looked up at Sir. He let out a breath and nodded. "I think so Sir." The blonde whispered, "I have never had an issue deep throating people in the past."

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"Good boy." He almost purred. "Then, get to it!" His voice snapped back to its normal, demanding tone. He almost shoved John forward onto his dick. He had been waiting long enough. He had been patient with the man, but his cock as dripping and aching and he needed to have his release.

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He relaxed and let himself be pushed. Once his lips closed around the head, he gave a suck and then moved his head down, taking more in that length.

The blonde shivered and took a breath as he felt Sir's cock hit the back of his throat. He moaned and let himself relax further. Without any further hesitation, he moved his head down and took the rest in. His lips were pressing against Sir's pelvis.

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Sherlock shut his eyes tight, letting himself concentrate on feeling John's mouth close around his cock, letting the warm dampness cover him.

He felt his cock slip further and further down, until his bollocks slapped quietly against John's chin. He had done, it and the first time, too. Oh, he must have taken down cocks even longer than his. That was a fascinating thought.

Sherlock stayed like that for a few moments, letting John get his breathing pattern under control, since he had less of an airway, and just enjoying the feeling of being deepthroated.

After a bit, he pulled out, until about half of his cock remained, then pushed back in, slow at first. He didn't want to choke his little slut.

Not yet, at least.

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John moaned. It was a feeling having a cock down his throat like this. He shivered and tightened his hands into fists. He wanted to touch, but that had not been okayed. Just his mouth.

He took careful breaths since Sir was so big down his throat. It was a nice feeling though, being taken like this. He had to wonder what it would feel like to have him in his arse.

He grunted at the first slow thrust. But he remained relaxed. Was he going to eventually come down his throat or on his face?

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"Ohhh... such a good little boy." Sherlock really didn't care that John was older than him, he would always be his 'little bot' when it came to dominating him like this...

The thrusts that started out slow started to pick up steam. He tangled his fingers in John's hair, his eyes thinning. Oh, he wasn't going to last long like this, between the attention that John had given him and his sweet, warm mouth.

"NNnnnn.. You're gonna get your reward.. and soon, you little cock slut."

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John gave a low whine as those thrusts started to speed up. Fuck fuck. He could feel Sir's balls slapping against his chin, and drool running out of his mouth. It was filthy. Utterly filthy. But he loved it. He really did.

He whimpered and waited eagerly for his reward. He knew it would be worth it. And he knew Sir wouldn't be done with him after this. They hadn't discussed length or price or anything. But he had a feeling the man knew what he was doing.