5-1
Sherlock had a tight grip on John's wrist as he led him towards the bedroom. Adrenaline pumped around his body as the euphoric feeling of control washed over his body. If it were someone else with him right now, he would have taken the submissive position, played the game he loved so much. Maybe in the future he and John would plan like that. Right now however, was not all about an enjoyable encounter. It was the signing of a contract, the joining of a work partnership and Sherlock showing that he had power. He needed John to realise what everything meant, not that he would give him a choice to escape now. His agreement meant that he would always be Sherlock's, and this was his way of showing John that he belonged to him, in every way.
Sherlock tightened his grip on John's wrist as they entered the dark bedroom. He released to push John down into the bed. It didn't take much force however; the doctor seemed rather willing to comply. He walked over to switch the bedside lamp on, before returning to loom over the bed.
"I can be rather vicious when I am aroused," drawled Sherlock lazily.
John looked up and remained silent, only smirking at Sherlock. That angered him almost as much as it turned him on. The smirk was a sign of defiance, a way of almost daring Sherlock to do his worst. Of course he would. He would make John cry and beg and moan. He crawled onto the bed in one fluid moment, placing his body above John's. Again, the doctor looked at him with defiant eyes. He leaned forward slowly, until their lips were almost touching. He noted the way John eagerly parted his lips, his tongue darting out with anticipation. However instead of giving John what he expected, he whipped his head down and sank his teeth into John's neck. John cried out with surprise and automatically raised his hands to pull Sherlock off of him. Sherlock was too quick; he caught John by the wrists and slammed his arms back into the bed, holding him down. When John struggled he dug his fingernails deep into his skin, causing the doctor to hiss with pain. Sherlock stopped biting then and began to slowly run his tongue up John's neck.
"I'm going to let go of you now," breathed Sherlock. "If you touch me, I will punish you, and it will hurt. Do you understand?"
John didn't answer with words, only whimpered and nodded his head. Sherlock slowly released his grip on John's arms and gave him a second to compose himself. He lifted his head up and stared lustfully at John, licking his lips with anticipation. He changed his position so he was on his knees, sitting on top of John. His straightened up his back and took in a second to drink in John. He slipped a hand under John's jumper and began to rake his fingers across his bare chest. He could feel that John was enjoying himself. He began to move his hips slowly, grinding his body against John's as he caressed his chest. John's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Sherlock's knee. With his free hand Sherlock grabbed a fistful of John's hair and jerked his head back, causing the doctor to yelp.
"Behave," growled Sherlock.
He loosened his grip but did not untangle his fingers, he instead wrapped his hands in John's locks, cradling his head and burying his fingertips into his skull. He carried on moving his hips and touching John's body with his other hand, casually brushing his thumb over John's nipple. The doctor moaned at the touch, closing his eyes momentarily.
"Tell me that I make you aroused," commanded Sherlock.
"Fuck Sherlock," growled John. "Can't you tell how much you are turning me on?"
"How much?"
"I want to nail you right here, right now."
Sherlock smiled, satisfied with the answer. Of course it wouldn't be John initiating the encounter, but he wouldn't let him know that just get. He swiftly removed John's jumper then leaned down to hungrily kiss him, working on his own shirt buttons as he did so. He continued to grind against John at an agonisingly slow pace, causing the doctor to moan rather loudly. The sound made Sherlock gleeful, made him want to touch John. He moved his body backwards slightly so he was resting upon John's knees, and began to remove his jeans and underwear. He found himself surprised at the sight of John lying naked beneath him, twitching ever so slightly, his chest moving up and down rapidly. He couldn't help but bite his lip as he began to roughly run his hands over John, causing the doctor to yelp and moan at the same time. The sounds escaping his lips was like a sweet intoxicating drug for Sherlock, he lapped it up, mentally storing it in an empty space within his brain. Then without warning, he thrust his face downwards, burying himself in John's pubic region. He continued to move his hands over John as he buried deeper, inhaling, filling his lungs with the masculine scent of John. He moved his face upwards then, letting his teeth return, placing bites a little too roughly across John's stomach. John seethed with pain, but the involuntary twitching meant Sherlock knew he enjoyed it. Not that it mattered; he was in control and would do as he pleased.
He sat upwards then, taking his hands away from John so he could remove the rest of his clothes. John lay there with his mouth wide open as Sherlock quickly became naked. Sherlock let out a growl, arousal taking over him, the need for contact consuming him. He reached over and produced a bottle of lube, and covered both his hands in it. He roughly separated John's legs, leaning down to kiss and bites his thighs aggressively. He lifted up his head slightly to watch John intently, and began to massage himself, at the same time, inserting a finger into John. John's eyes suddenly went wide and full of concern, and Sherlock suspected it wasn't because of the sudden insertion.
"Aren't you going to... use...protection?" stuttered John, a look of almost horror on his face.
Sherlock grinned widely as he inserted another finger and watched John struggle to suppress a moan.
"No I am not," drawled Sherlock. "I am clean, as are you. I do not wish anything to get in the way." He leaned his head down and licked John's ear, then began to whisper in it. "When we copulate John Watson, you shall feel me and only me. That's how it will be from now on. No other human will touch you, you are mine. When I reach my climax you will feel everything, you will feel as I claim you, do you understand."
"Y-y-yes"
"Now, beg for me John." He removed his fingers and positioned himself, teasing John.
"Oh god Sherlock," John cried, grabbing at the sheets to prevent himself touching Sherlock. "Oh fuck please just take me, I need you to take me."
Sherlock continued to tease. "Not good enough."
John let out a loud whine. "Please Sherlock, please fuck me" his breathing was laboured and his words stuttered. "I have to be yours, right now"
In one swift movement Sherlock entered John and began to thrust hard. His pace was neither agonisingly slow nor wildly fast, but it was enough for it to feel amazing for both of them. Sherlock knew John wouldn't last long; he had built him up too quickly. As for himself, he could easily use his brain to match John's elated mood.
"Grab a hold of my hips," Sherlock commanded gruffly as he subtly quickened the pace. John reached out shaking hands and found Sherlock's body, digging his fingernails in deep to Sherlock's hipbones. Sherlock purred at the pleasurable pressure and picked up his pace more, which in turn led John to dig his nails in even deeper as he moaned with each thrust.
"G-God Sherlock, I am close," John whimpered breathlessly.
Sherlock growled loudly in response, not slowing down.
"No," he snapped. "You will not climax until I say you can."
John's eyes widened at his command, then rolled back into his head as Sherlock's motions became faster and deeper still. Sherlock was sure his violent movements would cause John some pain; he didn't want him to be able to walk for days. He could feel himself closing in now, the familiar hazy buzzing began to take over his brain and he struggled to keep control of himself.
"John...John you are mine," He growled struggling to hold on.
"Oh, god, yes, I'm yours Sherlock!"
The exclamation caused Sherlock to go over the edge, reaching his climax, demanding John join him at the same time. Seconds after John obeyed, crying out Sherlock's name as he did so. They both rode out the climax together, Sherlock roaring like an untamed maniac, and John moaning Sherlock's name over and over again.
Sherlock rolled over and lay next to John as they both struggled to control their breathing. A slow and seductive smile crept upon Sherlock's face, he was completely satisfied he had claimed ownership of Doctor John Watson.
