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." 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."

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It didn't take long. No. Not with being on the edge as he was and... And...

John shouted Sherlock's name as he reached his climax, his body tightening and trembling. His head spun and he felt the strength leaving him.

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Sherlock chuckled. "Well, that didn't take very long." He said, as he worked his lover through the orgasm.

A few strokes after he finished, Sherlock pulled his hand away and went to the kitchen sink to clean himself off, leaving John panting on the table.

When he was done, he walked to the other side of the table, where he could see John's blissed out face.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked with a broad smile.

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"I did. Quite a bit. Though I'm not sure if I can move just yet." He pointed out. The blonde let out a breath. He didn't have the strength to move just yet.

"Are you holding back? Do you want to do more?"

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He certainly did have another round in him, if he wanted to, but he didn't feel like he HAD to.

Sherlock shrugged noncommittally. "I think I may just enjoy the view.. at least until you decide that your bones have grown back and you are able to move again." He chuckled.

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John whimpered and shifted a bit. "You did fuck me senseless." He shot to Sherlock. His head spun a little and all he wanted to do was go to bed.

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Sherlock noticed the slightly glassy, unfocused look in John's eyes, and suddenly he was glad that he not decided to do anything else. He walked over to John, helping him to his unsteady feet, bracing him with both hands.

Play time was over, it was time for a bit of aftercare.

"Come on. Bed, now. You can take a shower in the morning. I will clean you a bit when you lie down, and you can take the plug out in the shower tomorrow morning."

He helped John slowly down the hallway and to the bed, laying in him on his back. The table would have to wait for a moment. He put warm water on a flannel and cleaned John's stomach and around his arse, outside of the plug, then laid the covers over him.

"Sleep now. I need to clean up a bit. I will come to bed later."

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John barely noticed as Sherlock moved him. Hr was exhausted, body wrung dry. He snuggled down into the bed, eyes closing. Soon he was fast asleep, looking quite peaceful in the bed.

He slept peacefully and deeply.

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Sherlock went to work on the table. The.. remnants had already started to dry, so it wasn't the easiest to clean, but it came off eventually. He used bleach water to clean the table and make it food worthy again.

Afterwards, he puttered around on his laptop for a bit. He wasn't really tired, but he knew that he should get some rest, so eventually during the night he climbed into bed with a deeply asleep and slightly snoring John, watching him contentedly for a while before eventually drifting off to sleep himself.

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John has been with Sherlock for several months now. Things were going well. They got to know one another and had fantastic sex.

He came into the flat after seeing a couple private clients. He didn't often anymore, but sometimes it was nice.

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Sitting in Sherlock's chair, with his legs crossed and his umbrella sitting to the side of the chair, his fingers steepled, was Mycroft Holmes. Sherlock was nowhere to be seen.

"Doctor Watson." He said, his voice one of pure boredom, like he would rather be anywhere but here right about now.