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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"Nnnnnffff..." Sherlock laid his head down on his crossed arms down on the bed, which put his arse high up in the air. He bit down on his arm while John thrust above him, his thrusts moving him around on the bed.

Oh, he was being buggered hard now. He just couldn't resist any longer. He leaned up enough to move one hand back to himself. He barely took himself in hand and gave himself half a stroke before his whole body exploded.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!'' He screamed out as his orgasm hit him, hard enough for him to see stars and then start to white out.

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John didn't pause in his thrusts. He was chasing his own pleasure now. He felt and saw Sherlock come. But he was too far gone.

He leaned over the man as he took him, moving his hips hard and fast.

"Do you like it?" He asked breathlessly, "Being fucked?"

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It took a few moments for Sherlock to be able to respond to him, and when he did, his voice was breathless and harsh from the yelling he had been doing.

"Yessss.." He hissed.. his whole body was still on overdrive, almost to the point of overstimulation. His cock lay soft and sticky and spent against his thigh now, moving with each thrust John made into him.

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It didn't take long for John to come. He pushed his hips in, pressing against the man as he came with a cry. He jerked and gasped as he emptied himself into Sherlock.

He pulled away and then collapsed onto the bed next to Sherlock. "Christ."

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Sherlock was pushed around by John's desperate thrusts, trying as hard as he could to stay upright while he was rogered quite thoroughly.

Sherlock looked over his shoulder as best he could as John gasped, and then held him tight, he could feel the man's cock pulsing inside of him, feel the hot warmth inside.

"Johnnn." He groaned, putting his head down on the bed again, collapsing next to John, barely able to get an arm around him. He was quite thoroughly drained, and he knew John was... literally.

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John didn't say anything as he shifted closer to Sherlock, pressing against the man.

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. "Mm... Sleep."

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"John.. we need to clean up.." He whined, though his voice was already getting thick with sleep as well. He despised being messy... and yet, his body was not cooperating. He felt like he was made of lead.

"j'hn....." He tried to argue, but sleep was quick to overcome him.

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John was already asleep against Sherlock. His internal clock was going to be shot. But he didn't care. He was home. He had his lover. Everything was okay.

Okay...

He shifted a bit and cuddled against the man. He liked being the little spoon.

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The sun was barely coming through the closed curtains when the need to urinate woke Sherlock up.

"Nnnng." He could feel the now dried stickiness on his stomach, sticking him to the sheets, as well as what had leaked out of his arse and was now on his legs and thighs.

He tried to shift to get up, but a sharp jolt made him hiss in pain.

Oh god.. yes.. that had happened last night.. and now he was going to be quite sore from the quite thorough buggering that John had given him.

Despite the soreness, he urged his body up and into the loo, doing his business. He really wanted a shower.. REALLY wanted one, but he didn't want to totally wake up yet, so he finished up and tried as gently as possible to walk with his sore arse, getting back into bed and spooning up against John yet again.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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......"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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?

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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?"

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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.

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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..

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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.

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"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.

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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..."

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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.