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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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.

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:"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.

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"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.

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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.

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John chuckled before working his tongue around Sherlock. He made sure to keep his eyes on the man as he worked. Oh how he had missed him so.

He kept working his finger over the tight hole, waiting for it to relax.

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Eventually, Sherlock did relax again, his muscle slowly unclenching, his entrance loosening around John's finger.

Even just having John around the outside of it was arousing, the outside was full of nerves and it felt almost as good as being inside.

Almost.

At least, so he had heard..

He hoped he was about to find out.

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He slowly slid his finger in, taking care. He knew the nervousness that came with the first time. But he would never do anything to hurt Sherlock. No. He couldn't. He swallowed around him and then lowered his head a bit more.

John moved his finger, teasing and stroking inside. He crooked his finger up, looking for that little bundle of nerves.

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"AHHHHH!!!"' Sherlock really did jump this time, accidentally shoving his cock further down John's mouth as he accidentally jerked upwards, his whole body reacting to the feel of his prostate being stimulated for the first time.

He quickly settled back down. "S-s-orry.." he apologized sheepishly, pulling back sop he didn't choke his lover before they even got to the main attraction

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John pulled back and licked the tip of Sherlock. "It's alright. I quite like that. I know your reaction is genuine." He answered with a teasing grin.

He continued to move his finger, watching the reactions play over Sherlock's face. It was amazing, fascinating.

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"M-m-ore, John.. I need more..." Just having John's finger inside of him was stretching him, but John was pretty thick, though not terrible long. He was going to have to open up a hell of a lot more if he was going to hope to get to feel John.

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He nodded and slid a second finger into Sherlock. He was patient. He could wait and take his time. Slowly he began to move the fingers and scissor them, slowly opening Sherlock.

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"Nnnnnn..." Sherlock rocked in time with the slow movements of John's fingers. Oh god, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. He wasn't sure that he wasn't going to come untouched if John continued this way. He was rcck hard, aching and leaking, so he was glad that John wasn't sucking at him any more, or he would come for sure.

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John added another finger into Sherlock. He continued to move his fingers and stretch the man. He moved his other hand and circled the base of his cock with two fingers and tightened, creating a temporary cock ring. He wanted to make sure Sherlock was on edge the entire time.

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"Johnnnnn... ffff...." He was both frustrated and glad that he had made a bit of a cock ring.. He wasn't sure how much longer he would last otherwise.


Still, he thrust up into the air, humping nothing above him, groaning and leaking over himself and John's hand.

Oh god.. he was being stretched to his limits.. and beyond, but even that wasn't quite as thick as John was. But it should be enough.

He hoped.

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John kept moving his fingers, feeling Sherlock slowly relax. He added a fourth. He knew it may be a stretch, but he didn't want his lover to feel pain.

He wanted them to be able to come together with no issue.

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"Ahhhh.. Jooohhnn..." He gritted his teeth and tensed for just a moment, but that just made the pressure and stretch worse, and after a few moments he relaxed once again.

"John... god... fuck.. please... I need you." He felt like he was going to explode in pleasure and pain.

"Please... " God, John was reducing him to a quivering mess..

And he loved it.

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"What do you need?" He purred as he licked up the length of Sherlock's cock. He loved seeing the man like this.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" He asked innocently.

Oh he knew. John knew what Sherlock wantaed.

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Sherlock almost growled at John. He shook when the man licked at his cock.. he was straining not to come, he was balancing right on the edge.

"John... fuck... please... " He arched his arse up towards John, making his need quite well known.

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"Please what? Use your words..." He teased, another lick of his tongue against the tip.

John was having too much fun.

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"John.... fuck..... " He was biting his lip, his whole body was shaking and sweating.

"Jawwwwwnnnnnnn." He couldn't seem to form any words right about now. He humped up at the air again, his cock was red and throbbing and angry looking, ready to go off in a just a moment..

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John took pity on the poor man. He pulled his fingers out and away and quickly lubed himself up. "Onto your hands and knees." He ordered breathlessly.

He would be lying if he said he had never thought about this. What it would be like to take the man.

Once Sherlock had changed positions, he pressed the tip of his cock to Sherlock's entrance.

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Sherlock breathed out a long sigh. FINALLY, he thought to himself. He eagerly scrambled onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs out as wide as he could.

Of course, the problem was now that he had nothing to rub his cock against, it slapped up against his stomach, dripping down onto the sheets below.

The feeling of John finally pressing himself against him made him push back, desperate to feel his lover inside of him.

"John..." he said, looking over his shoulder at the man.

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He gripped Sherlock's hips and started to push in. And in and in, until his hips hit the man's arse.

Oh god.

John leaned forward, trembling from the effort not to move. Oh gods was Sherlock tight.

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"Nnnnnngggg!!!"' Sherlock shut his eyes tight and gripped the sheets hard enough that the fitted sheet came off the corners of the top of the bed, gathering under him.

Oh fuck, he hadn't expected that.. even with 4 fingers to stretch him John was more. It was the most exquisite type of pain, he was on fire, his body couldn't decide if it liked what it was feeling or if needed to reject this ... foreign object.

He leaned his head down on the bed, crossing his arms under his head to balance himself. His whole body shook with endorphins and tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, the pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, he couldn;t even tell which way was up any more.

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John was still as he waited. He knew the feelings that Sherlock was going through. The gauntlet of sensations...

He stroked his thumb over Sherlock's lip, whispering softly to the man. He wanted him to be comfortable, to be happy. He just waited.