Not so explicit for this one, but just be warned!
The coupled reached the road, walking at a leisurely pace. The dominatrix was 'accidentally' bumping his hips against John's and occasionally brushing their legs as they walked. He was suddenly very curious about their proximity, and wanted to show the proper conduct in getting closer to the doctor. John just smiled and leaned into Sherlock a little. Was this odd? He wondered if what they were doing was as completely insane as part of him kept insisting was the case. After all, they were two people quite obviously not suited to each other. They were broken, lonely men, but perhaps, that was it? Perhaps, after all this time...
They arrived at the road and Sherlock raised his left hand to hail the taxi, his right currently in the possession of a certain army doctor. The taxi pulled up and the driver stared at the couple expectantly. John and Sherlock looked at each other, realizing neither knew where they were going.
Before John could utter one word, Sherlock swept him into his arms and kissed him breathless with passion. The doctor's legs buckled and the taller man held him up, lifting John's feet off the ground in his excitement. The smaller man grinned against his lips and Sherlock only held him tighter, crushing the other man to him with a fierce kind of possessiveness which both thrilled and delighted John.
They parted and Sherlock set him down with a whispered apology, touching their foreheads and gazing into John's eyes. The cabbie tutted indignantly and frowned at them. "I haven't got all night you know, you want this cab or not?" he called through the window. John turned around in Sherlock's arms, which were still circled around his waist, and nodded to the disgruntled man before addressing the dominatrix.
"Would you, uh" John began, his mouth suddenly very dry "would you like to come back to mine?" Sherlock blinked, not knowing the right thing to say in this situation. He went with his instincts and just said what he wanted for a change.
"Yes" Sherlock articulated clearly, his mind sobering in the cold night air.
John's face lit up with promise and Sherlock gave a wobbly smile. Why the hell was he nervous? The doctor tugged Sherlock's hand and pulled them both into the back of the cab. Sherlock lost his balance and fell into John's lap. The smaller man grinned as the other man landed right between his legs. Sherlock reached up and tugged the door shut and John called out the address to the cabbie before the tall man fell back into his arms. The dominatrix stared up at him in wonder as John leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was tender and gentle, little brushes of delicate skin and a pressure hinting at the contained desire within.
The cabbie cleared his throat deliberately and the pair jumped apart, their cheeks flushed and hearts hammering with anticipation. The taxi pulled up outside John's building and the couple leapt out eagerly, John throwing money at the driver as Sherlock touched a hand to his lower back and let it slide down to caress his rear cheekily.
John wrenched open the main door and staggered up the stairs with Sherlock close behind, their breathing ragged and desperate as John pushed Sherlock up against the wall in a fit of bizarre strength and mashed their mouths together.
The dominatrix grinned against John's lips and closed his eyes, but he didn't have long to relish the moment as the doctor dragged him by the hand down the hall to a plain blue door and rammed his key somewhere in the general vicinity of the lock in his frustration. Sherlock sighed and took the keys from John's hand, planting a soft kiss on the smaller man's cheek and slotting in the key, unlocking the door with ease. The couple staggered in together, knocking knees and elbows as they collided with each other in their haste. John made a move to flick on the light but a cool long fingered hand stopped him.
"Leave it" Sherlock whispered close to his ear, his breath tickling the fine hairs on the nape of John's neck. The dominatrix liked the darkness; it comforted him, made him feel less exposed, it protected him, it resembled the pain and internal grief he felt at his degrading work, a sick, twisted being coiling in his gut and choking his very soul. But Sherlock had this time now, this sweet, gentle awakening, time to be with someone he actually cared for. The dominatrix kissed John's jaw and nudged his body forwards until they were as close as they were able.
Sherlock could feel John's heart beating faster at their proximity. He pushed the smaller man further into the room but faltered. "John" He breathed conspiratorially into the pitch black room.
"Yes" The doctor managed, shaking a little as Sherlock's arms snaked around his waist and one hand loosely cupped the bulge in the front of John's trousers.
"Where's the bed?" The taller man asked nervously. John chuckled and pulled Sherlock over to the single bed, urging him to lay down with a gentle shove in the centre of his chest. The dominatrix fell onto the tired mattress and tugged John down next to him, bringing the other man's hand to rest over his heart. Their eyes met for the first time since leaving the cab and John's breath caught in his throat. Sherlock was staring at him with such adoration and tenderness that he felt as though he could cry. Nobody had ever looked at him with such emotion before. He was filled with the overwhelming sense that this right here was something very special indeed.
Sherlock ran a hand up John's side, his fingers creeping beneath his tee shirt and stroking the warm skin underneath. The doctor smiled, inching closer to the other man and kissing him. It was a slow and deliberate kiss to begin with, but Sherlock began carding his fingers through John's hair, massaging his scalp and forcing them closer. John sighed contentedly, their legs tangling together on the small bed and their breath mingling.
Both men had a simultaneous thought. This moment was so perfect that they never wanted it to end. John wrapped the dominatrix in his arms and they kissed again passionately. It came as no surprise that as they moved against each other that Sherlock could no longer control his desire and John felt skilled fingers on his belt once more, and hesitant eyes searching his face for permission. John began working with the buttons on Sherlock's shirt, and the dominatrix left his hands where they were, resting on John's middle with a quiet resignation.
They undressed each other slowly, taking their time now to be as caring and compassionate as they wanted. The doctor pushed Sherlock gently onto his back and bent over him, his hands running up the other man's chest, the full length of his pale neck, and cupping the back of his head, fingers threading easily into the soft curls. "God you're beautiful" He murmured quietly. Shit, had he just said that out loud? Sherlock chuckled and pulled him close, letting John straddle him and press their bodies together.
"Thank you" came the whispered reply as the dominatrix slid his hand down and rubbed John slowly through the front of his jeans. The doctor choked a little and groaned as he felt the familiar stirring in his groin as Sherlock stroked his growing erection deliberately.
"Let me make love to you John" The other man growled seductively. John whimpered a little and arched into Sherlock as the other man unzipped his trousers and began working them over his hips.
"I need you, Sherlock, I need you" John whispered, not knowing what he was saying anymore, only that it was the absolute truth.
"I'm here" Sherlock replied, kissing John's bare skin and thrusting slightly as he undressed the other man.
John was magnificent. Sherlock admired the bulge in his pants briefly before helping the doctor out of them and drawing a careful breath at the sight of him.
The smaller man groaned loudly and panted a little as Sherlock stroked him gently and began wriggling out of his own trousers and shirt. Before they could go further John pulled the duvet from the end of the bed and dragged it over their naked bodies considerately. Sherlock smiled. It was always the small things that made being with John extra special. But right now there was a rather not-very-small thing between them requiring his urgent attention.
The doctor settled himself on top of Sherlock and the two men began rocking together carefully, every miniscule movement causing a wonderful friction between them. John frowned, his hand wandering down between them cautiously.
"Sherlock, are you OK?" He asked, touching the dominatrix intimately and eliciting no response. Sherlock closed his eyes and looked away in his shame.
"I'm sorry, I just, I can't" He said, his voice breaking embarrassingly.
John rolled off him and laid a caring hand on the other man's chest, his breathing returning to normal and his arousal fading.
"What happened?" He said, reaching out and taking Sherlock's hand sweetly. The dominatrix didn't say anything for a while, and John had given up on receiving a reply before the other man finally spoke in a quiet, damaged tone.
"He hurt me. My client, before you came to see me this morning." Sherlock shook his head and John's heart broke. "I'm sorry; I can't do this, not yet."
"Oh Sherlock" John murmured, sweeping a lock of hair form the other man's brow and kissing his cheek. "Will you let me look?" He asked gently. Sherlock hesitated before nodding meekly. "OK, roll over for me? Onto your side...that's it, face me, everything's fine." He instructed, stroking a calloused hand over the other man's ribs and across one smooth buttock lovingly. Sherlock gave him a worried look as John's hand strayed between his legs. "I'm a doctor, you can trust me" John reassured him before running a single finger delicately over his entrance and wincing along with the other man as Sherlock hissed in pain.
John's eyes widened as the realization hit him and he removed his hand, holding Sherlock close and pressing their bodies together. The dominatrix frowned in confusion, why should John care? It wasn't his problem, wasn't his body.
The doctor kissed Sherlock's jaw and his neck and his throat lovingly. "Did he rape you, Sherlock?"
Sherlock didn't answer, removing himself from John's embrace and propping his body up on his elbows. He gave John a quizzical look and sighed. "It's my job John; it's always rape if I don't want it."
The doctor placed a hand warily on Sherlock's hip and the dominatrix looked at it accusingly.
"Don't you want this Sherlock?" He asked nervously, watching Sherlock's every move with concern. The tall man widened his eyes and stared at John in shock, lying down next to him again and caressing the doctor's face tenderly.
"Yes, I do want it, very much so. I'm sorry." He smiled lopsidedly at the smaller man and rested a hand on his waist. "John, that night with you was the first time I had felt anything for anyone. You did that John, you fixed me."
The doctor's face softened and he nudged Sherlock with his leg. "Come here" He said, cuddling into the other man and tangling their legs together once more, smiling as Sherlock tucked his head into the hollow of his neck comfortably. Like pieces of a puzzle, they fitted together seamlessly, every curve of John's stockier form mirroring the elegant dips and concave valleys of the other man's body.
"Let's just sleep tonight, your injuries are nothing serious, everything should be fine. The bastard that did that to you makes me sick, Sherlock, I wish I could make the pain go away."
The other man said nothing, unused to having someone pouring their heart out to him. So he just lay there and listened contentedly, feeling the strange warmth spreading throughout his body at the words John was whispering to him and having no idea what it meant.
John closed his eyes and listened to the steady breathing of the man lying in his arms. "Oh and Sherlock? You can't fix what isn't broken."
In the darkness the dominatrix cracked a dazzling smile of happiness and closed his eyes, preparing for sleep with the man who had changed his life.
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