Warning: Explicit content! (Don't act like you don't love it...)
John stepped forwards and kissed Sherlock suddenly, and with more force than he intended. The other man stumbled back a step, huffing a laugh and swooping back in eagerly to capture the doctor's lips once more. The smaller man let out a soft little moan as the dominatrix ran his hands over his body, fingers creeping beneath his jumper and skimming the flushed skin beneath. John reached up and tangled his fingers in those glorious soft curls, twisting them and tugging lightly, dragging his nails over Sherlock's scalp, earning himself a sharp nip on his lower lip from the other man. The taller man stopped kissing him and began to lift John's jumper over his head, ducking his head down and seeking out the strip of perfect pink skin as he undressed the doctor.
John sighed in release as Sherlock began planting light kisses along his abdomen and stomach, stroking the delicate skin above his boxers briefly before standing up again and helping the doctor off with his jumper and shirt. John smiled shyly, leaning forwards and kissing the other man again, his bare chest pressing against the expensive shirt Sherlock wore.
Sherlock suppressed a frown, this was strange, novel. John was taking his time, relishing every little contact their bodies made. The dominatrix wasn't used to such gentility and care when dealing with a client. Usually people were much too eager to get into his pants to bother with foreplay.
He marvelled at the sweet, tender way the doctor kissed him and touched his body, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the jacket off Sherlock's shoulders before letting the sleek silky shirt fall to the floor. Sherlock leant in again and pressed his lips to John's jaw, moving up to suck the sensitive skin just behind his ear before whispering to him.
"Tell me what you want Doctor" The man breathed temptingly, "I'm all yours, tell me what you need"
John's legs buckled at that last word, the way Sherlock made it sound so dirty. He could feel himself becoming hard, and he strained against the taller man, breathing heavily and burying his face in the hollow of his throat, biting gently into the pale flesh and breathing the heady scent of masculine cologne.
The dominatrix ran his hands over the doctor's back, skimming his shoulder blades...wounded.
Sherlock tried not to show his surprise at the ugly mangled scar tissue knotted at his client's shoulder. He continued his slow, measured caress of the smaller man's back, but John noticed the hesitation and pulled apart from him. He stared at Sherlock with doleful eyes, his gaze raking over the other man's face for any sign of disgust or repulsion, but found only a kind indifference.
Sherlock had lain with injured people before; amputees, burn victims, the terminally ill. Each of them had been searching for some excitement, exhilaration, to recover lost confidence or to simply feel wanted again. He treated every client with equal care and attention. He would show them love again, some compassion, restoring their faith with patience and knowledge. Everyone was different, with requirements and fluctuating desires, Sherlock catered to them all. They paid him, which was all that mattered.
John still looked uncertain, lost. Sherlock dipped his head and kissed the scar at its most sensitive point, flicking his tongue and tasting the other man's skin. John tasted of tea and peppermint shower gel, a wonderful dizzying combination when mixed with the salty residue of sweat on his body. He let his hands wander down, resting momentarily on John's belt before unbuckling it and tugging it through the loops. The doctor watched Sherlock undress him curiously as the other man's nimble fingers working at his zipper to free his now straining erection. He sighed deeply, digging his nails into Sherlock's hips and pulling him closer, desperate for contact. Sherlock smiled, now this was more like it, John was becoming more instinctual in his actions, working with raw, animalistic desire. The dominatrix was aware that he had remained flaccid, probably time to do something about that.
Sherlock had many tricks to get himself hard, he was about to employ one of them when John pushed forwards and thrust sharply against Sherlock, slipping his leg in between the other man's thighs and humping slowly, enjoying the brief friction.
The dominatrix gasped as his sudden erection pushed demandingly against John's leg, this had never happened before; he had never been able to become aroused by a client without taking control of his body's functions first. Sherlock groaned softly as John rutted against him, reaching out and pushing the other man's hips down onto his erection and thrusting leisurely.
No, he had to stop. The whole reason he had entered into this profession was because he didn't care, didn't get any pleasure from fucking these dull people, other than that which the resultant money could bring. This was completely new, uncharted territory. Sherlock wanted to stop feeling such emotion and lust towards his new client, but as John undid the taller man's trousers and slipped them over his hips, Sherlock found that he was past caring.
The dominatrix began breathing heavily, moving his hands to relieve the other man of his trousers, shoving them none too gently past his aching member. John sucked a breath through his teeth and stepped out of his jeans which were pooled around his ankles, Sherlock did the same. They stood close to each other, breathing heavily, John in his boxers and Sherlock in a pair of tight silk briefs. Now that's just unfair. John thought bitterly, eyeing the other man's cock shamelessly where it was outlined by the fabric.
Sherlock gave a lop-sided smile and stepped into John's arms, kissing him feverishly all along his throat and chest before reaching his lips. John moaned into the kiss, tracing Sherlock's tongue with his and revelling in the heat of the other man's mouth as it moved against his own.
Sherlock walked him slowly backwards, still kissing him fervently and moving his hands to cup John's arse and give it a playful squeeze. The doctor shivered in pleasure and returned the favour, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of those delicate briefs and kneading the glorious shapely curve of Sherlock's buttocks. The dominatrix growled as the sensation shot straight to his cock. He could already feel the blood vacating his brain and rushing to the more stimulated parts of his anatomy.
John collapsed onto the bed with Sherlock on top of him, grinding their erections together obsessively. John plucked at one of the last bits of thin material separating their bodies and tugged it over Sherlock's hips, eliciting a gasp as the briefs rubbed over his erection. The other man did the same with John's boxers, helping him shimmy out of them and kick them away to the floor.
The dark haired man paused for breath, observing his client stretched out before him, his pupils dilated and his breathing ragged. Sherlock realised that he must look the same way, and he tried valiantly to gather his more professional composure before continuing. He needed to be in control again, to feel like every rule he had ever made about boundaries concerning his work was not dissolving before his eyes as John writhed beneath him, practically mad with lust and gagging for it.
Since John had not clarified what he wanted Sherlock to do, the dominatrix leant forwards where he was straddling John's thighs, pressing their achingly hard members against each other to murmur his question.
"Since you did not answer my previous question, John, what is it you would like me to do?" he rumbled seductively. John swallowed, the sensation of the other man naked and pressed against him almost too much to bear.
"F-f-fuck me" He croaked hoarsely, running his hands over Sherlock's body and between his thighs temptingly.
"Tsk tsk, such a dirty mouth" Sherlock scolded, trying desperately to ignore the impatient throb of desire he felt between his legs as the doctor spoke those deliciously depraved words.
Sherlock gave John a quick, soft kiss on his lips before leaning back on his heels and separating them briefly. He admired the sight before him as he rested lightly on John's knees, resisting the urge to touch the doctor intimately where he lay with his cock exposed, a tear of pre-cum beading at the head and sweat glistening between his thighs.
Sherlock had honestly never felt this turned on in his life. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Sherlock was meant to be faking the quickening of his breath and the pounding of his heart. Seeing his client like this, horny and helpless beneath him, should make him feel disgusted and ashamed. Now he gave a quiet breathy grunt and stroked his fingers along John's inner thigh, smiling and relishing the look of complete awe and passion reflected in the other man's eyes.
"Please" John moaned, bucking his hips upwards and fidgeting under the dominatrix's analytical gaze.
One last look at John and Sherlock knew that he just had to have this man inside him. He tried not to use words to communicate what he wanted, moving John into the middle of the bed and shuffling his hips until they were slotted together intimately.
John tried to keep it together as Sherlock wriggled up his body and settled himself between his legs. When Sherlock offered two long fingers to him to suck, John complied gladly, licking up and down their length lustily and taking each one into his mouth in turn.
Fuck. Sherlock thought as John practically gave his fingers a blowjob. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He withdrew the digits slowly, John's saliva glistening in the low lighting.
John watched helplessly as Sherlock took the fingers away and prepared himself for John.
Sherlock reached around and felt the tight muscle of his own opening, teasing the rim with the two wet fingers before pressing them in deeper. The dominatrix moaned loudly as he slowly fucked himself with his fingers, teasing his opening and relaxing so that it wouldn't hurt when he took John. After all this time, it really shouldn't be painful when he allowed his clients to have him that way, but he had always been rather tight, and if he didn't prepare his body beforehand Sherlock could cause himself serious injury.
When Sherlock withdrew he gave a little shuddering gasp and opened his eyes to look at John, who was clutching at the sheets and biting his lip hard in an effort to remember to breathe. Sherlock reached down and stroked his face tentatively, watching the other man's eyes flutter open. John's chest heaved and he groaned, Sherlock could feel the throbbing between his legs and he shifted back so that his arse brushed the tip of John's cock.
John watched as Sherlock raised himself up onto his heels so that no part of him was touching the other man. Sherlock braced his hands on the bed behind him, making intense eye contact with John as he lowered his body down over John's raging erection...
John moaned loudly as Sherlock pressed the shorter man's cock against his opening and pushed down hard. They maintained their intimate gaze as Sherlock impaled himself on John's cock, burying every inch deep into his body and closing his eyes at the wonderful sensation.
The dominatrix leaned away and stretched his body indulgently, throwing his head back and groaning long and loud as he sunk lower, taking John completely inside him.
It wasn't possible to be this bloody sexy, John thought as he spread his legs wide to give the other man room to move. It was inexplicable, the noises Sherlock made and the way he looked at him with complete abandon.
Sherlock shouldn't have done this, let himself open up to this man and become so involved in his work. But this just felt so good. He was aware that he was moaning incoherently and trembling a little at the way John was moving inside him, shifting his body and letting Sherlock slide slowly along his length. Every nerve tingled with pleasure, his senses sharp and singing with delight as he moved back and began to slowly rock on his heels, pulling out slightly before sinking back down on John's beautiful cock. Now he wondered why he had not done this before, the sensation was so insanely pleasurable, more intense and perfect than he could have imagined. Sherlock had always been able to shut it out, everything he felt while dealing with a client. He was able to numb his body and allow his mind to drift so that he didn't have to connect with what was happening, but this was better than anything he had ever felt before and he absolutely did not want it to stop.
John thrust upwards sharply, needing more friction between them as Sherlock rode him slowly and maddeningly, his jaw slack and his bowed lips parted in absolute ecstasy. The second John rammed into him Sherlock cried out and his hips bucked unconsciously as the doctor hit that sweet spot inside him. The couple began to find their rhythm, Sherlock lifting his hips and John rising to meet him before they sank down lower, each time more rough and desperate than the last. John moved his knees up to brace them against Sherlock's back, the added tension only increasing their enjoyment as the other man leant into him and John pulled out of him further before sliding back into Sherlock's body with a shudder of pleasure.
The doctor ran his soft hands over Sherlock's thighs as they picked up speed, moving in and out of each other with distressing accuracy. John stroked the inside of the other man's legs and skimmed purposefully across the delicate skin so close to his cock, and the dominatrix gave a strangled gasp as the other man stroked along his erection delicately, as though he feared he would hurt him.
This was what he had been searching for, this is what he needed. John wanted to somehow be closer to Sherlock, to touch him more, feel even more conceivable pleasure in their intimacy, and just hold this perfect stranger as they made love.
Before he could stop himself, Sherlock was moaning John's name, his whole body aching with pleasure. The only thing that seemed to matter was the man pushing inside him with such urgency and intimate desire that all Sherlock wanted to do was please him and take every inch of him again and again until he bled. Such vulnerability was unknown to the dominatrix, and he found that he would happily lie here all day and have John fuck him like this if it meant that he would never have to sleep with anyone else. Nobody could compare to John now, nobody could make him feel this way and evoke such sensual stimulation in his normally impassive body.
John's hands were sliding around to clutch his arse again lustily, the swells and undulations of their bodies consuming him. The doctor could feel Sherlock tightening around him, begging him for his release. John was close, so close to his climax now, the muscles in his abdomen contracting as he tried desperately to hold on for longer, long enough to see this graceful man canting his hips against him torn apart by their combined orgasm.
There was a part of John, however small, which remained pressing at his temples, fighting to be heard, which whispered that it wasn't real. That body submitting to him, that wet, elegant cock throbbing with unreleased pressure, and that face, that stunning, indescribable face, caught in a rictus of unutterable joy. It was all a lie.
He's paid to look like that, Johnny boy. The voice hissed maliciously. You don't mean anything to him. That expression? It's forced, worthless. You only believe what you want to believe, John, and soon it's all going to end, and then what will you do? He's an actor, a paid whore. Such a pretty face, such a rewarding body, you think he wouldn't use them against you? You're no better than him Johnny, you're as stupid and naive as the other sad old fuckers and you played right into his hands didn't you? Pathetic man, once a brave soldier, but if only they could see you now, screwing a prostitute like the desperate, needy man you know you are. You don't want this, the sex is real, the pleasure is as intense and as stimulating as it ever will be, but you want a companion, a soul mate. You want a relationship John, and the one person you trust with the most intimate part of yourself is him. He's going to grow bored, and then you'll be right back where you started. Sex will never be more spectacular than it is with him right now, and he doesn't even like you. You REPEL him.
Time to get yourself that hat, Johnny boy?
John groaned, a deep, guttural sound which reverberated through his body, every synapse aching for release. With one last, helpless look at Sherlock, grinding himself against John and moaning his name erotically, the doctor finally let go.
Sherlock felt John convulse beneath him as the swell of his orgasm gripped him in its sweaty embrace. His body was suddenly filled with the other man's release and he felt John soften inside him as he came. The dominatrix moved slightly, the semen leaking out of his opening around John's cock, and gave a soft whimper. John sighed deeply, arching into Sherlock again and preparing to pull out but Sherlock reached down to hold him in place, curving his spine and pulling John's body to him and placing sweet, tender kisses across the other man's stomach and chest.
The doctor breathed heavily as the dominatrix worshipped his body, closing his eyes as the other man began stroking gentle hands along his ribs and brushing his nose from his belly button to the hollow of his throat lovingly. John hummed quietly to himself as Sherlock kissed his jaw with some effort, considering their bodies were still joined closely.
As slowly as he could manage, Sherlock began to let John withdraw, relishing every sensation as the doctor's limp member pulled out of him, lubricated with his previous release. He sighed, long and sensually as John finally separated their bodies.
Sherlock rolled off and lay uncomfortably next to the other man. He pulled up the sheet from the end of his bed quickly to hide his shame. The dominatrix was still painfully hard and he needed to find his relief soon. He was used to holding out for a long time, withholding his impulses until he was sure his client was fully satisfied. Sherlock groaned as he felt his cock twinge as he turned over to lie on his back.
John was spread eagled beside him, his chest heaving with their recent activity. The doctor looked over at the other man and noticed with embarrassment that Sherlock was shifting his legs and tenting the sheet over his crotch so that his erection wouldn't be as obvious. The smaller man frowned, feeling his heartbeat returning to normal, and inched over the empty space so that his heated skin brushed that belonging to the other man. Sherlock flinched as he felt John move closer to him. A gentle, tentative hand trailed along his chest and wandered lower...he fought back a load groan as John stroked over his hardened member and ran a finger along his length teasingly. The doctor kissed a path from Sherlock's throat to his abdomen, disappearing beneath the sheet with a wink. The dominatrix didn't bother to restrain the cry of pleasure which bubbled over his lips as John took him in his mouth and began doing the most indescribable things with his tongue.
Sherlock groaned deep in his throat as John slid his length in and out of his hot, wet mouth. The doctor dragged his bottom teeth lightly over the other man's cock, grazing the delicate skin and flicking his tongue over the head. Sherlock hissed and pushed forwards, unintentionally choking the smaller man. John gagged a little but didn't stop, making small swallowing motions with his throat to stimulate his partner.
Sherlock felt a stab of guilt, he wasn't used to losing control like this, but ooh jeezus...his train of thought was cut short when John began running a finger gently between the cleft of his buttocks and skimming his entrance, trailing lightly over his balls before repeating the motion.
Long, skeletal fingers were threading their way into John's hair, massaging his scalp, nails dragging through the sandy waves before digging in as the other man was overcome with another crippling wave of pleasure. The dominatrix was gasping and writhing as John went down on him, every nerve tingling with sensation and desire. He felt the sheet lift from his back as Sherlock spread his legs wider, inviting him to continue this wonderful onslaught of bliss.
Gradually Sherlock could feel the tension building in his abdomen, his muscles tightening and his body aching with need. He came with a jolt and a strangled cry of John's name. It was the best and most real orgasm he had ever had, and the man simply lay there in the perfection of the moment.
John swallowed him down and closed his eyes; he hadn't done that in years. He crept out from under the covers to see the dominatrix with his face buried in the crook of his arm and his eyes tightly shut. The smaller man dragged himself up from Sherlock's general crotch area, being careful to rub his own flaccid cock against the other man's as he twined their naked bodies together intimately.
Sherlock sighed contentedly as John resurfaced and lay down over him, face to face. He slit one eye open and watched as his client wriggled around on top of him, trying to get comfortable. Such was the height difference that their bodies were no longer touching as closely as before, but John slipped his leg between Sherlock's thighs and tucked his head into the crook of his neck wordlessly, his arms wrapped around the other man.
The dominatrix had never had to deal with his clients taking such liberties before; usually it was more a 'get in get off get out' kind of fix. Sherlock would have sex with them and they would leave, all embarrassed thanks and whispered promises, and he would be left with the wad of cash and the lingering smell of dirty, passionless sex clinging to his abused body.
Sherlock eyed the man curled around him, and he smiled. Everything was so clear and new, and he wondered what other brilliant experiences this man could offer him. The sex was...beautiful, in a way. He had never let himself become so emotionally involved before, but wow. It was raw and tender and painful and earth shatteringly perfect all at the same time.
Lovemaking...Sherlock thought wistfully as they basked in the afterglow, such a peculiar expression. He thought about the other people, his work, their senseless rutting and the painful bruises and wounds they left behind from their time with him...and then he thought of John, sweet, gentle, passionate John, who had treated him with such fragility and care and love.
Love.
Was that it? The thing he had thought could never exist... love. He stared down at the man's sleeping form as he shifted against him and brushed his soft hair against his cheek. John smells good. He thought contemplatively. I like John very much.
Unconsciously the dominatrix found himself lifting his arms and placing them over John's warm, tanned body, stroking his golden skin and breathing his scent. John moved slightly and Sherlock could feel him smiling against his neck, and he tightened his hold.
With John it could be possible that lovemaking did exist, that tender, emotional connection with someone may be possible. You just have to find the right someone...
Sherlock closed his eyes too and pressed a kiss to John's temple impulsively. Could it be that he, Sherlock Holmes, could at last be feeling something towards another human, and was it even remotely possible that the feeling was...love?
Bollocks.
Sherlock thought eloquently before he fell asleep in John's arms.
This is so inconvenient.
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