"Now the taking begins."
Sherlock words reverberated through John, a promise, a warning. He could feel his face flush….The absolute peace he had felt just moments earlier dissipated, as he felt electrified with excitement. Fuck, soon I'm going to be naked, soon I'll feel his dick inside me…..have fantasized about it for so long….can't wait…..will it hurt a lot? I'm going to get fucked….really actually cock-up-my-arse fucked….holy shit…..John licked his lips nervously even as he felt his chest starting to cave in with each breath.
"Eyes down, keep your hands by your sides," Sherlock ordered, voice even.
John bowed his head…fuck, fuck….please….Sherlock. He could feel the gushes of adrenaline, his heart fluttering in his chest…..going to have a bloody heart attack soon…..can't remember the last time I was this nervous before a shag…..Pamela Newton? Tenth grade?
Sherlock took a step back, his hands in the pockets of his trousers and just watched as John literally shook with nervousness. Just for a while he indulged his inner Dom, allowed the thoughts to flow freely, even as outwardly his body stood motionless.
What should I do with you today, John? I wouldn't normally fuck an anal virgin on the first tryst…..but I've waited so long for this…..want to strip you and push into you….hold you down while I fuck you….want to make you scream my name….. want to hear your whimpering and pleading as I sodomize you repeatedly…..want to leave you with marks, bite into you…paint you with my juices …..mount you and claim you like a wild animal…mine….MINE.
He stood patiently, hands curled into fists now, waiting for the raw hunger to go down a notch, as the Man leashed the Dom into place.
His eyes flicked to the open door. His voice when he finally spoke was steady.
"Stay."
Systematically he went around, locking both doors, closing the windows, put his phone on vibrate. He went to the bedroom, flicked on the muted corner light, took out the lube and placed it on the bedside table. He got fresh towels, wet them, wrung them and put some on a tray and set it by the bedside. He brought a bottle of water from the fridge and placed it on the side table. And then frowning a bit, he considered before bringing some paracetamol and soothing lotion and placing them alongside the water as well.
John just stood there, head down, breathing heavily as his ears strained to hear the movements and tried to deduce what Sherlock was doing.
Normally by this time if I was about to fuck a willing female, we'd be groping, kissing, fondling. My hands would be all over her, kneading the soft tits, pulling at her nubs, rubbing my hard-on on her mons or her arse; we'd be stumbling to the bedroom as we tore at each other's clothes, breathing heavily, wet kisses and sucks on different body parts, one of us would give head to the other…..all preliminary to spreading her legs and shoving my dick inside her…..shag her raw and hard…..moaning, panting, gasping…John's face flushed as he lost himself in the fantasy…..he clenched his fists as he tried to ground himself into reality, his dick now throbbing eagerly….. I know that at some point in time today, my legs with be splayed apart as his cock breaches my hole….every lewd image from every gay movie and gif he had watched over the past several months coalesced in his head to run a vulgar slideshow, as cock after cock sunk into hole after hole…..
Sherlock stood afar, just watching John silently with narrowed eyes. Reading him. Observing. The chest moving rapidly, the flush spreading from John's neck up, the fluttering pulse point on the neck, the tented bulge between his legs.
You really want this, don't you, John? To experience sexual submission….it excites you more than anything else…..the unknown, the fear mixed with the anticipation…..no control whatsoever over what I choose to do to you…the blood pumping through your veins as you wait for me…..look at you, jumping out of your skin as you wait impatiently, for me to fuck you, hurt you…. Very well then…if that is the language you choose to learn in, I'll teach you in that language….and enjoy every bloody minute of it….but you WILL learn, one way or another…
His smile was wicked and yet indulgent as he nodded briefly to himself.
John just stood there, bereft as the thoughts churned. I'm just standing here… I don't know what to do…..am I supposed to be doing something? Am I meant to go down on my knees and beg for it? Is that what he is waiting for? Fuck…..dammit, why didn't I ask Victor? How can you ask Victor, you blithering idiot? What were you going to ask, "Victor, does he like you to beg for it before he puts it in?" You're a complete arse, Watson…
Dimly he was aware that he was breathing harder, trying so desperately to figure it out, a faint tendril of panic starting to build.
And then, finally, soft footfalls as Sherlock came and stood in front of him.
His naked feet and the lower few inches of his bespoke black trousers came into John's vision. John stared as something in him anchored itself to Sherlock's feet and all thoughts seemed to subside, like a retreating wave. He's here… His breathing slowed as he just looked at Sherlock's feet, the contrast of pale skin with the black satin sheen of the trousers, the long toes, the meticulously cut clean toe-nails…have seen him wriggle his toes when he thinks….on the sofa….on the carpet. His mind went blank, weirdly grounded in the here-and-now.
The thought when it came suddenly, hit him had the force of a physical punch, as some thinking rational part of his brain recognized the sheer power that Sherlock held in his hands. Fuck, fuck…..he's controlling my vital signs! With his feet, just by allowing me to look at his feet, for fuck's sake….. The small kernel of submission that had taken root inside him quivered with wonder and reverence as it further fortified and fattened at the thought. This is my Dom….he controls me…..
He inhaled sharply as he felt Sherlock's large palm rise up to rest against the side of his neck, the warmth curling around the entire span of his neck. Sherlock's thumb gently rested on his jawline and nudged his head up.
"Settle down, John… Look at me."
John raised bulging eyes to look at Sherlock, even as he swallowed against a dry mouth. Sherlock's gaze was assessing as it flicked over John's face. Moist lips grazed lightly against John's, a gentle caress full of reassurance, before Sherlock pulled back his head slightly.
He whispered against John's lips, "Just because your mind, your psyche, your soul has submitted itself, it does not mean that you will automatically know the outward behaviours of a Submissive or indeed what may actually transpire; neither what you should do nor what you should expect from me. There is a learning curve, it takes time to get it right…it is a process." John listened intently, even as he leaned into the feel of Sherlock's thumb stroking his jaw slowly, gently.
"It will take time and many mistakes on both our parts, before it becomes natural. As we learn each other's bodies, as I learn how far I can push you and you learn what I like, what pleases me." Sherlock paused and frowned as he pursed his lips and thought about an appropriate analogy. The pad of his thumb continued to stroke John's jaw in light circles absently. John waited.
"Think of it as switching on a light bulb. In most cases the bulb turns on. In this case though, it is as though the bulb is on dimmer switch, the brightness increases only slowly. Sometimes it feels like the bulb flickers and dies and then comes back on. It always does, once true surrender has happened, no power on earth can kill that light…..Flawed analogy, but I think you'll understand what I mean."
Sherlock's fingers slowly trailed over the front of John's shirt as with deft, precise movements he started to flick the buttons open. John's heart raced even as he struggled to concentrate on the words.
"What happens when the bulb reaches full brightness?" he asked.
Sherlock paused as he looked at John, approval crinkling his eyes, his lips twitching up for a brief smile.
His voice was husky, grave as he murmured, "It becomes incandescent. The Submissive and his Submission shine brilliantly. So much so that the Dom disappears."
His hands went around John's waist, pulling the tucked shirt out of his jeans, fingers resting lightly over the belt as he watched John think it over, his gaze intense, hopeful. Come on, John…..ask me the right question….come on…..
John looked at Sherlock hesitantly, "I….. I want to be that bright, reach that degree of submission, Sherlock. But I don't want my Dom to disappear…..I don't want to burn so bright that you are not seen."
Sherlock smiled, a pure innocent delight on his face, as he stepped closer, his nose rubbing against John's nose, his cheek. Nuzzling…..fuck…Jesus fucking Christ…..Sherlock fucking Holmes is nuzzling my face…..how the fuck does that happen? When did I earn this?
Face resting against John's cheek, Sherlock murmured softly, "Oh but, John…..I don't actually disappear. You see, when you reach that level of Submission, the Dom merges with the Sub. There is no more Dom, no more Sub. Just oneness, unity…Culmination."
John stood there, his shirt untucked, his shirt buttons open as he pondered on this.
Sherlock stepped closer, a seductive smile on his face, "For now, I plan to wring every bit of pleasure out of both our bodies that I can." His finger stroked John's cheek gently, his gaze locked into John's widened eyes, "Think of it as an exquisite dance…or a beautiful symphony. I lead, you follow and we both get lost in the beautiful music we create together." His lips came down to gently touch John's lips again. "Do you understand?"
John nodded even as he threw back his shoulders as if readying himself. I would follow you to the ends of the Earth, Sherlock. It has always been you leading and me following. My commander….my Dom…..
Sherlock eased him out of the shirt and stepped behind him slowly and then a large palm was resting across John's chest pulling him closer, until his back was moulded to Sherlock's front. Soft lips placed gentle kisses on the nape of his neck as they stood there. John could feel the hard erection brushing lightly against his arse.
Sherlock teased a nibble of flesh gently with sharp teeth and purred inwardly with satisfaction at the whole body shudder that went through John. His hand was splayed on John's chest, savouring the movements of his chest. It is beating, a fast and steady heartbeat. His chest is moving, inhaling and exhaling. He stood there, counting the heart rate, the respiratory rate.
John stood there, arching his neck into the kisses. It was some time before he realised that Sherlock had gone quiet. He frowned. What's wrong? Why isn't he moving or saying anything? He tried to focus…..on the press of Sherlock's palm across his chest, on the silent pressure of the firm head against the back of his neck. Some instinct, born of years of closeness to this enigma of a man, clicked into place and his voice was hoarse as he murmured, "I'm alive, Sherlock. I'm here. It's all right." He desperately wanted to turn around and hold Sherlock, whisper reassurances into his ear. But he did not have permission. He angled his neck back and rubbed against Sherlock's face. "I'm alive," he repeated helplessly.
Sherlock's voice was muffled against John's skin as he murmured accusingly, "And yet…..you weren't…..you were gone, John." He took a larger bite of the fleshy skin on John's shoulder and bit down. "I forbid you…you do not have permission to do that to me again."
John sucked in a shuddering breath as the teeth clamped down on his shoulder, the pain unexpected and sharp. His eyes teared up, his voice was choked, with emotion, with pain as he answered, "I won't. I would never do that to you if I could help it, Sherlock."
Kittenish licks on the bite soothed the skin as Sherlock composed himself. You're supposed to be ravaging him, you fool. Giving him the fuck of a lifetime….. He let out a shaky breath as he straightened himself and loosened the reins on the Dom for a while. Too much sentiment…..
The hand splayed across the chest moved to pass a finger over a nipple. The nubs peaked under his touch. "Take off your shoes," he ordered. John toed off his shoes. Fingers lightly held a pebbled nipple and rolled it. John gasped. The pressure on the nub increased slowly.
Fuck….fuck….yes….John's nipples had always been sensitive and something about the way Sherlock was teasing them seemed to be sending urgent messages directly to his groin. He stood there breathing through the erotic torment even as his cock was threatening to cut out through the zip of his jeans. Sherlock's smile was wicked as he teased, flicked, pulled and soothed.
"So responsive for me…I'm going to enjoy taking you apart, John Watson." He turned John around slowly and hooked a finger inside the fold of John's jeans and pulled him closer, his grin lascivious. "I'm going to make you scream my name tonight," he promised.
John shivered.
Nimble fingers unbuckled John's belt and pulled it out of the loops. He stood back just holding the brown belt in his hands, running light caressing fingers over the well-used soft leather, before bending it in his hands, as though checking for pliability. John watched his eyes darken as Sherlock ran the belt lightly over John's chest, flicking each nipple in turn with the tapering end lightly. It hurt like a sudden sharp pin-prick. Goose bumps rose all over John's chest, in fear and in anticipation. Fuck…..fucking hell….is he going to whip me with it…now? His eyes…..bloody hell, I never knew that his eyes could look this hungry….
"Dark brown leather over honey gold skin. That's a good contrast," Sherlock mused aloud. "Relax, John…I'm not going to flog you, not today," Sherlock's voice was amused despite the heat in his eyes. "Today I hurt you with just my cock."
John swallowed nervously.
He undid John's buttons and pulled down the zipper, "Off. Take it all off."
Hurriedly John undressed until he was standing buck naked in front of Sherlock, cock straining and bobbing with excitement, pre-cum already pooling in his slit. Sherlock's gaze was blazing as he stepped back and scanned every inch of his skin, head to toe, lingering on the swollen penis, the full bunched up balls.
"Turn around."
John turned around and stood quietly as Sherlock inspected his back, his back side. Hope he likes what he sees…..should have exercised more…..but I think I'm in good shape….not as good as him, but …..he has seen me naked before, even my hard-on…..why is this different?...I should be feeling humiliated, being inspected like a piece of meat he's about to fuck…..why don't I feel humiliated….why is this so arousing….. when do I get to see him….can't wait to see his dick….it felt big…..will I tear? He won't tear me will he? Well, if it does happen we will deal with it….hope he likes what he sees….
The sudden heat of Sherlock's fully clothed body embracing him from behind and pulling him close was welcome, delicious when it came.
"You are a beautiful man, John. One that I am going to enjoy having, again and again, for a very long time. Insecurity is for fools who are not happy in their own skins." Sherlock's voice was low, reassuring as he crooned into John's ears. A long pink tongue came out to lick a swirl of John's skin, just below his earlobe and…Fuck, yeah….yes…more…..more…John's knees nearly gave out from beneath him. Sherlock had just found one of the most erogenous zones on his body. The sensation went straight down to his cock and balls, and he moaned helplessly.
"Sherlock….."
Sherlock made a satisfied sound in his ear. Like a deep purr of pure male appreciation.
"So you haven't had anything up your arse? Fingers? Your own or someone else's? A toy?"
John shook his head shakily, trying to listen and respond, as Sherlock's tongue continued its exploration of his neck.
Sherlock's hand snaked down and his thumb deftly flicked the pre-cum on John's slit. John hissed at the sudden brief contact. Sherlock's thumb came up to John's mouth.
"Open," he instructed. "Suck." John sucked off his own juices and then eagerly sucked Sherlock's thumb, unwilling to let it go.
Sherlock chuckled, "That's right, well done, John…What about a blow-job? Have you ever sucked a cock?"
John shook his head again. Wonder how we look? I'm naked as the day I was born and sucking his thumb, while he looks like he is going for an evening party somewhere, impeccably dressed as ever…
"You will learn…And don't worry, we'll get a full length mirror, John. So you can watch yourself getting fucked. Have a different perspective of what it looks like to having a cock spear you again and again. Either your arsehole or your mouth." Sherlock's voice had gone subsonic. "I can't wait to have you gag on my cock."
He pulled his thumb out and angled John's head back towards him, one hand holding his head, the other across his chest, holding him in position. Demanding lips suckled on John's pliant ones, a tongue moved in to intimately explore the hidden nooks and corners of John's mouth. John whimpered, held fast in a strong embrace, Sherlock's mouth plundering his, taking, taking relentlessly, mercilessly. John was shaking with desire, breathing in the moist breath, tasting that exquisite mouth; the kernel of submission playing a happy dance in his chest, mewling helplessly like a new born kitten.
I'm finished…I'm a goner…..if he kisses like this….fuck if I can take him fucking me….he'll finish me off for good…..
Finally Sherlock let him go and nudged him back to face ahead.
"Have you ever fucked anyone up their arse?" came the next question, palm splayed on John's chest, monitoring…..always, always observing…..
John considered lying briefly. Not something I'm proud of…but fuck we were all drunk and celebrating and randy and Murray was telling all these stories about the chicks he's laid…..and it had been so fucking long since I'd felt something hot and tight around my fucking dick…..and Gale then offered…..and how could I turn that down…..I'm not gay…..but fuck it felt so fucking good….hot and tight and best of all he was a man…..could be as rough as I wanted…..took it like a trooper…..I must have fucked him for hours…actually maybe a few minutes, but shit it felt like hours..…my most memorable fuck actually….better than anything…should I tell him?
Sherlock nuzzled into John's neck, his fingers running over his chest, calculating the change in the heart rate, the sudden heavy breathing…..a part of him idly laid odds on the chances of John lying to him…Does it matter if he actually lies? When he has already considered lying? Something to ponder upon…..
John's voice was hesitant as he finally replied, "Yes. In the army. Once."
He was rewarded with Sherlock's hands moving down to fist his hard-on lightly, "Hmmm….so you already know how much pleasure your tight little hole is going to give me tonight." Sherlock slapped his dick sharply. John gasped at the sudden jolt and paradoxically his cock became harder, a drop of pre-cum embarrassingly dribbled down his shaft.
"Don't even think about lying to me, John. I will know."
John hung his head, "Sorry, Sherlock." Victor told me, don't lie to him. He's my Dom and I'm already disappointing him. Sorry….sorry…..please don't leave….
"Hmmm…" Sherlock hummed into his ear, lazily stroking John's cock. "John, it will never matter to me what you do or have done. This is always going to be about what you are and what you have the potential to become."
A final nip on John's shoulder and then Sherlock was leading him to the bedroom. He closed the bedroom door, despite the fact that the front door was locked.
"On your back, on the bed. Keep your legs straight and your legs apart."
John's heart rate rose to jackhammer status as he slowly climbed on and lay down as instructed. Oh fucking Christ….it's happening…..
Sherlock stood looking down at him, his expression unreadable, his eyes heavy lidded with intent and focus. His tone was conversational as he opened his watch strap with deft, precise movements and then unbuttoned his sleeves and briskly slipped off his shirt. He dropped them on the chair by the window.
"I wouldn't usually fuck someone who's never had anal sex before, on the very first encounter. But I have waited a long time for this, John." He paused. "And I will have you today."
John stared as the vast expanse of pale skin came into view, the dusky pink nipples, the constellations of freckles that peppered that torso. The black trousers sat snuggly over a flat stomach, hugging those immaculate hips and thighs, like the fabric was staking its own claim on Sherlock's body. The contrast of black and white was elegant, literally mouth-watering, John realised as he felt his mouth flood. The bulge between his legs was pronounced, but the tailoring held it in place. I want to wrap myself around his body like that…..I'm fucked….. I'm fucking jealous of fucking clothing now…..
"For tonight, you can verbalise anything you need to. Cry, whimper, scream, say anything that comes to mind. I want to hear you tonight, John."
Godgodgod….my God….fuckfuckfuckity fuck…..
Sherlock stared into the dark blue eyes, deep as the ocean. Wide. And hungry. And anxious.
His gaze softened. Look at him, like a deer caught in some headlights. Can't look away….can't run…..wanting it so badly…..fearing it so much…..It's John, Sherlock. It's your John…don't scare him so….. He reeled the Dom back in
He climbed on the bed slowly, still wearing his trousers and lay sideways next to John. One hand propped his head, while the other passed gently over John's head, wiping off the faint sheen of sweat that had accumulated on John's forehead. He bent down to caress John's mouth softly, his voice tender as he whispered against his lips, "I'll make it good, I'll try not to hurt you. You will scream my name tonight, but not with pain, but more pleasure than you've ever felt in your life. Trust me."
John looked back at him and licked his lips subconsciously, wanting to believe.
And then Sherlock started exploring.
Lips, hands, tongue moved relentlessly over John's body. Seeking, touching, kissing, sucking, biting lightly, as he went about finding all the places on John's body that made him pant with need. Every touch was precise, calculated. His hands roamed, tracing pathways around the dips and valleys. Feather light caresses, harder rougher kneads. Anchoring touches alternating with touches that were rough and demanding. Hot fingers curled around John's hip bones, teasing fingers skimmed in the valley between his legs. Lips sucking his nipples in turn, tongue licking the sensitive skin of his groin, hands massaging the strong calf muscles.
John gasped and moaned, arching into every touch. Undulating and writhing as Sherlock played with him like a favourite toy.
"So good…so responsive for me," Sherlock hummed approvingly. "I'm going to make you such a slut for me, John," He nudged John around and continued his exploration. Learning the erogenous zones, the pressure points, the ticklish spots and the areas that made John gasp.
The Man lost himself to lust, sampling the fare he was about to devour. While the Dom stood back and took note; filing information away at a rapid rate, cataloguing, analysing into neat little tables- which caresses raised the goose bumps, how much did the pulse rate rise with every rough gesture, how did the pupils react to aggressive language, how the body arches to caresses in secret corners, every trigger area that makes him pant….
John's hips were undulating to his attentions, up and down, rubbing his bursting cock on the sheets. Sherlock shook the hazy mist of drugged desire off his mind. So fucking long I've waited for this…..but it's his first time ….. The Man wanted to tear him to pieces like an animal, hear sounds of desperation and pain, while the Dom stood back and tempered the lust- not yet, not today.
John moaned aloud when he felt Sherlock climb atop him, his entire weight settling over John. John's straight legs scissored between Sherlock's. Something about having that weight was weirdly grounding. Fuck, I knew I was smaller, but this…it's like he engulfs me…He felt the rough fabric of Sherlock's trousers on his arse and his legs, even as an impressive erection rubbed against his cleft.
Sherlock's lips were soft against his ear, "John, I'm going to prepare you now. And I'll start by having you in this position before I turn you around. It always is more comfortable in this position, with me behind you, but I need to look at you while I fuck you today. Is that okay?"
John gulped as he turned his head to look into Sherlock's eyes, "Please…..can I at least see…." He left the thought unfinished, knowing that Sherlock would know what he is talking about.
Sherlock's face was buried in the crook of his neck as he responded, voice muffled against John's skin, "Later. For now, it's better this way. Trust me."
Sherlock pulled John up till he was on his hands and knees. He placed three pillows under John's face, so that his torso was parallel to the bed, his arse ready to be used and yet there was no strain on his back.
"Stay," he said as he moved away to grab the bottle of lube on the bedside table. He put it within easy reach.
Can't wait….can't wait…..am going to die of anticipation…how much longer…. John's heart was hammering like a drum beat in his chest which in turn felt like it was about to split open.
Gentle warm hands palmed the backs of his thighs and spread them apart. Firm hands kneaded his arse cheeks before Sherlock slid down one hand between John's thighs to reach up and grab his cock. He pulled it down to bring it into view. John's eyes slid shut with pleasure as Sherlock started stroking his shaft.
"Fuck…..Sherlock."
Sherlock's other hand curled around his sac. John's belly was coiled tight as a spring, as he sucked in short sharp breaths. He pressed his face into the pillows as his hips began to rock in time with the firm strokes. Sherlock hummed in approval as his thumb made circles around John's crown.
"Jesus…..please…..oh fucking hell."
More approving sounds from Sherlock's throat as he continued to lazily play with his nuts. His pace on John's dick rose as he moved his hands from John's scrotum to graze over the sensitive stretch between his arsehole and balls. John's arsehole clenched instinctively. Too much…..too much.
An amused rumble behind him, "Just so, John." He took his hands off.
The sound of a bottle cap being opened behind him was loud like thunder in John's ears. A slippery thumb came back to stroke that sensitive root of his penis again. John's pelvis bucked back with a sharp groan.
"Unnngghhh…Sherlock…..please, Sherlock."
Sherlock's other hand stroked his arse-cheek soothingly as his hand, now slippery with lube, moved to John's dick and started pumping again.
"You're beautifully responsive, John. You're doing so well." His voice sounded pleased as he mercilessly teased John.
He let go and drizzled some more lube over his fingers.
"Going to see you now, John."
Strong, unyielding hands gripped the lower half of John's cheeks and spread them wide. John tensed. Sherlock growled at the sight, the sound heady, low. Fuck….take….claim….
Two wet thumbs casually brushed over the pink rosette. Both worked in perfect unison, taking turns to swipe the gel over John's arsehole. John's butt cheeks were clenching and unclenching without his volition, totally unprepared for this manual stimulation. So wrong, so alien and yet druggingly, spectacularly right. Sherlock's growl was sharper this time, as he watched the exposed hole twitch and pucker under his thumbs.
"Going to penetrate you now, John."
An extra-large dollop of lube fell over John's anus. A finger touched him there lightly.
"John, I need you to bear down on my finger."
John took a deep breath, okay here goes…..and dutifully pushed down. A split second later, Sherlock's finger was in.
"Breathe, John."
Even the minimal invasion stung. John concentrated on breathing as Sherlock ordered. The finger slipped deeper until John felt Sherlock's knuckled brushing lightly on his cheeks. A warm hand gently, soothingly caressed his arse, his hips.
"Alright?" Sherlock asked.
John nodded, concentrating on keeping his sphincter relaxed. After a few moments, Sherlock's finger started moving, probing.
"Fucking hell….." John yelped in surprise and pleasure, as the finger finally stroked his prostate. Sherlock bent close to John's face and kissed him lightly.
"Doing so well, John." John shook again as Sherlock nudged his prostate.
Sherlock moved back to concentrate on his efforts, watching in wonder as John moved helplessly under the probing finger.
John was feeling deliriously restless as the finger became more persistent. His cock felt like shock-waves were going up and down the shaft. His hips were canting, wanting more, more….. MORE of that deliciously decadent sensation.
"Sherlock…Oh God…fucking hell, shit…shit."
Sherlock withdrew his finger and watched with satisfaction as John's hips seemed to follow it. More lube, two fingers.
John hissed at the burn, only to be soothed straightaway as the fingers stroked him in tandem from the inside. His face was moving mindlessly on the pillow. Sherlock pierced more firmly, his knuckles now digging into his arse.
"If you could only see, John. How your body is accepting me in. So good for me…" Sherlock purred with satisfaction. He swivelled his fingers, so that his palm was now facing down, moving in and out of John's hole smoothly, every entry rewarded by light tickles and firm grazes to that wonderful spot deep inside.
John was moaning unabashedly, every nerve in his arse alive and jumping, lost to sensation. Each graze felt like it was a tongue of fire directly stroking his cock. He knew all about the prostate, I am a fucking doctor, for fuck's sake…..never experienced this…..fucking hell, I'm going to come soon…..
"You look like a wanton slut, John. Fucking yourself on my fingers." Sherlock's voice was rough as he watched the glistening fingers spear John's hole again and again. The crudeness of his words was tempered by a hand petting John's lower back. "And I love that…..give it all up for me."
John whimpered, his voice already broken, "Need to come…..please, Sherlock."
"Not yet." Sherlock's tone was stern.
Sherlock bent down to grasp his dick again and pull it down from between his legs. He lay down under John's legs and tightened a ring made of his fingers round the base of his cock, creating an effective cock- ring and before John could react, soft lips were stretched around his crown and sucking him.
"Ohhhh…God…." John's mouth was a silent scream as Sherlock took him in deeper, his hips helplessly bucking to stuff himself deeper into Sherlock's mouth. Sherlock hummed with approval and to John it seemed like the vibrations were going through his pulsing dick and exploding out of his mindless head. The deeper he sank into Sherlock's mouth, the harder Sherlock sucked. His fingers were fucking John and stroking his prostate. The relentless firm pressure of the fingers grasping the root of John's cock was not allowing him release; release that felt so agonisingly imminent, yet completely out of reach.
John was mewling pitifully, his sanity too splintered to care about how he sounded.
Finally Sherlock let him go, a soft teasing lick over the slit as he withdrew both his mouth and his fingers.
More lube and, "This is going to be a bit tight, John. Take a deep breath and then bear down for me."
Tight…..so tight. The trio of Sherlock's fingers were in, stretching him. John panted. Sherlock swivelled the fingers, stroking John's sweet spot, stretching and opening. The sting was fading and after a few plunges the rhythm started to feel good again. With slow steady pressure, Sherlock pushed all three fingers in slowly till his knuckles were bumping into John's arse cheeks again.
Sherlock's fingers now were pumping. In and out. Gently. Slowly. Carefully. John's entire frame was writhing, he was almost in tears…please…..I can't take this….need to come….let me come….he prayed silently.
Slowly Sherlock removed his fingers. The retreat left John feeling strangely empty, as his hole fluttered in the cold air. Sherlock had felt so damned warm.
"John, look at me."
John turned his head on the pillow, looking up at Sherlock with bulging eyes. "Please…..please, Sherlock…."
A gentle hand brushed back John's sweat soaked hair, "Shhh…..soon, John. I'll make it good, I promise. I'm going to take you now."
The sound of a zipper opening was tantalising and followed by the rustle of Sherlock disrobing completely. Schlick….schlick….schlick…..the sound of Sherlock lubing his cock.
John's heart was fluttering at a million miles a second, his lungs banging against his chest as he waited.
Hot fingers curled around John's hip bones, pressing into the dips around front, "This is going to hurt at first, John. I'll go slow." One hand moved to stroke up and down John's back gently, "You're doing so well. Such a good Sub for me." John drew strength from the tenderness in Sherlock's voice, the gentle hands touching him.
Sherlock looked down as he grabbed his painfully hard cock and brought it close to John's pucker. The mushroom head nudged the well-lubed hole as it clenched. He bit his lip, biting back a growl of frustration, wanting to plunge in and take. He stroked the hole with the head of his cock gently, round and round as he waited for the urge to plunder subsided.
John was trembling with anticipation. Wonder what it looks like to him…..I feel like a bitch, just laying here, spread open for him, waiting to be fucked at his leisure…the lewd thoughts somehow made everything more exciting…..dirty.
"God, John. I've waited to do this for so long," Sherlock's voice was a broken rasp.
It's not just me…..he wants it too….he's waited too…..
"Bear down, John. Let me in."
John took a shaky deep breath and pushed against the cockhead and suddenly Sherlock's crown began breaching him, stretching his arsehole more and more. Shit…shit….tight….fuck so tight….
"Relax, John," Sherlock pleaded.
"It's stinging, Sherlock."
"I know. It will settle. You need to push out now, John. For me." Sherlock struggled to stay still as the tightness of John's sphincter clamped down on his sensitive cockhead.
Panting, John obeyed and pushed out.
Slowly, slowly Sherlock sank deeper.
"Breathe, John. Good boy. You're taking it so well. Good, John."
Son of a bitch…..motherfucking….full, full…..so fucking full…John's white knuckled fists were knotted into the pillow covers, his voice muffled against the pillows. Sherlock's crown reached the prostate but didn't stop and kept going beyond it.
"Unnnghh….Hun….UH…..Sherlock," John yelled out.
"Nearly there, John. That's right, nice slow breaths," Sherlock whispered in a husky voice as he sank in further.
And then finally, finally John felt Sherlock's thighs and groin pressed against his arse.
Sherlock bent down, his voice a growl of satisfaction into John's ears, "Fuck, John. So tight…you….so tight."
John's laugh was a relieved bark, "Fuck, Sherlock…just give me a sec, okay?" Could patent that growl and sell it as a fucking aphrodisiac….so this is how Sherlock Holmes sounds when he is aroused enough to not complete a sentence. Sherlock lay still, draped over John's back, giving them both some time to adjust.
"Alright?"
John nodded, too overcome to answer. Fuck he's huge…He's inside me…..Sherlock is inside me….
"I know…..I can't believe it either."
Slowly he withdrew slightly and pushed his cock to nudge John's prostate again. John arched with pleasure and raised his arse. Sherlock withdrew and then thrust back in.
"Fuck….yeah," John grunted and bowed down, his arse rising again.
Sherlock growled at his reaction and straightened up. Long fingers curled around John's hip as he started fucking at a nice steady pace; not too fast, not to slow. Allowing Jon to get used to the rhythm. Each deep thrust felt like it was kissing John's prostate and John was soon quivering, dancing to Sherlock's tune, his dick weeping with joy. Every so often Sherlock shifted his hips to hit the sensitive gland from different angles. And watched with primal satisfaction as John writhed under him, mindless with pleasure.
He leaned over and braced one hand over the headboard, the other gently opening one of John's fists and then lacing their fingers together. Hot breath skittered between John's shoulder blades, soft lips kissed his damp, heated skin. All the while, Sherlock kept delivering those smooth and easy pumps, nudging John's prostate every time. John was panting, rocking into the thrusts wantonly, going progressively crazy with the need to come, his erect cock fucking the air helplessly, uselessly.
"Please….please….hun….God," His moans and pleas were getting stronger.
Sherlock straightened up again and tightened his grip on John's hips. He slowly pulled back and then his pelvis rocked forward and sank him deep inside again. He repeated the action again and again. Easy withdraw, slick delve back home.
"Fuck…hun….hun….hun…Sherlock," John cursed and moaned with each stroke.
Slowly out…sinking in. Again. And again. And again.
Sherlock's hands slid to John's cheeks and spread them apart, looking down as his long thick glistening cock plunged in again and again. John's hole stretched around it, hugging it, the rim being pulled out when he withdrew and pushed in with every thrust. John's thighs trembling helplessly with the pleasure/pain. John's helpless whines and whimpers. Mine…..MINE.
Slowly out…..sinking in. Again. And again. And again.
His voice was gruff, "Wish you could see this, John. How I am disappearing inside of you."
John moaned aloud at the thought of what it looked like from Sherlock's viewpoint. Part of him was mortified, part of him was shaking with pleasure.
Slowly Sherlock picked up speed and started pounding. John's fists curled around the pillow covers, raw pleasure exploding around his cock and arsehole and balls.
"Uh!" John grunted, again and again. "Uh, fuck!— Uh, fuck!— Uh!"
With every powerful thrust, his toes curled, his fingers clenched, his entire body rippled and jerked helplessly. Every thrust was slamming Sherlock's hips against the back of John's thighs with a loud pornographic slapping sound, a ruthless staccato of primal sex being tattooed on John's arse, making his cock howl with need. It needed contact. Friction. Release.
Sherlock kept up.
Slow long thrusts, then fast pounding.
Gentle long thrusts, then brutally rough plunges.
And then suddenly he was gone. John whined at the loss of contact. Withdrawn completely, his wet hard cock brushed John's back as Sherlock leaned over and whispered into John's ears, "Going to turn you around now, John. Have you face to face."
Gently Sherlock turned him around and scanned John's face.
John looked unhinged, ruined. Face gleaming with sweat, eyes slightly unfocussed and overcome with emotion, shivering with reaction, with raw need.
The Dom growled with pleasure. The Man rushed to soothe.
"Hey…I've got you…..got you, John. Keep your eyes fixed on me," Sherlock murmured gently as he pulled him close, wet kisses to his face, his lips. John nuzzled Sherlock's neck gratefully and breathed and breathed.
"Please, Sherlock," he whispered, voice broken.
"Soon, my love. Soon."
Sherlock sat up to slick his cock with some more lube. John's eyes widened as he stared and stared and stared. So beautiful…so big…God, it looks huge…..I took that up my arse…..So freaking beautiful…..just like him.
"You ready?"
Sherlock palmed one cheek and spread John wide to nudge his hole with his blunt cockhead. John barely had time to nod before-shhhlick--Sherlock sank deep in one surge. Both men groaned in tandem.
Sherlock leaned forward, his elbows on either side of John's face, making a cage out of his body and arms. Hot breath fanned John's face and they looked into each other's eyes as Sherlock started moving slowly. He rubbed his nose over John's face, licking his lips, pressing his lips over his forehead, his eyelids, his temple; all the while his hips moved. Fucking his Sub. Tattooing his ownership inside of John. Branding him. MINE.
"So good, John. You feel so good on the inside. A good little fuck toy, just for me" Sherlock mumbled as he licked John's favourite spot underneath his earlobe.
John bucked and moaned. He felt painfully stretched, incredibly full. With the change in position, Sherlock's cock was hitting his prostate from a different, less urgent angle. But the change in stimulation was more than made up for by actually looking into Sherlock's ravenous eyes, my Dom….he's taking me. I offered myself and he's taking what was offered….
John's lips were grazing over Sherlock's face, but his hands were still uselessly curled into the sheets by his side as he still did not have permission.
"Please, Sherlock…..I beg you," he panted as another plunge jerked his entire body.
"Touch me, John." Sherlock's pant was brief. "Anywhere you like."
Gratefully John's hands came up as they touched with reverence, with wonder…..fingers touching those exquisite lips, sharp cheekbones. Moving down to trace a path over Sherlock's nipples. Moving up to touch silky gorgeous locks of soft soft hair…..fuck, like spun silk…. And then down again to wrap his hands around the expanse of the back, the muscles bunching and undulating as Sherlock kept fucking him. His body was swimming in an ocean of deep pleasure and decadent sensation, while his soul was crying with joy. Yes….yes…yes….yours, only yours….have me…..I'm yours.
The room was getting warm and filled with heavy aroma of sex. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of two men mating and the shhlick….shhlick….shhlick of Sherlock's cock fucking John.
The Dom unleashed himself.
Okay, that's enough of that…..time to actually take him….
Slowly Sherlock straightened up till he was kneeling. His fingers curled the back of John's knees and spread and lifted at the same time, so that his arse was now sticking up and completely bared to Sherlock's view.
"Hook your hands around your legs. Hold them up like this." The order was rough as John was almost bent into double. "Good boy."
He put some more lube on his hand and started pumping John's cock with one hand, in tune to his rocking hips.
John's head fell back, gasping with sudden pleasure. Finally, finally…..blessed friction. Yes…yes…. This was what he desperately wanted, needed.
Sherlock was pounding into him now, watching his cock spear John's hole again and again. Biting his lips, grunting with every thrust. His hand over John's dick was pumping faster. The pressure in John's ball was swelling beyond his ability to bear as he shuddered and raced towards his climax. The faster Sherlock stroked the harder John shook.
"Sherlock," John screamed, his balls bunching up as the haphazard jolts of electricity in his body seemed to coalesce into one, he could feel his climax approach.
The hand on his shaft came off suddenly and instead a firm unyielding grip squeezed the base of his penis.
SMACK!
The powerful unexpected slap to his arse stung hard and John's eyes flew open in disbelief, fear.
"You never come without my permission when I'm fucking you, John." Sherlock's tone was stern. He watched with satisfaction as John's eyes lowered with obedience and slowly his body sank down, his balls loosened.
Soothing the spot he'd just spanked with a gentle brush of his palm, he murmured, "Good boy."
He started rocking into John again, his rhythm steady, relentless. The lubed hand started stroking John's shaft again.
"You're so responsive, John. Doing so well. For me."
With each powerful thrust, John's entire body seemed to jerk underneath him.
Again and again he brought John to the brink.
And just when it seemed to John that he would be allowed to come, it was stopped by that iron grip encircling his cock base.
He was staring up at Sherlock, aware that he was losing it, his consciousness splintering into a million pieces under Sherlock.
Look at him….just look at him…..he has always been beautiful….but never more so than now…..like an exquisite alien creature…He has invaded me from day one, in every way that matters…..been inside my head for so long….it is right, fitting that he invades me this way too…John stared and stared with bulging eyes at Sherlock's face, the expression of triumph, ownership writ large all over it. John stared at his eyes. Sherlock's pupils were fully blown, his irises only a sliver of emerald green holding within them, what seemed to John, to be twin black holes, sucking in John's sanity, his inhibitions, his fears…enticing the Sub to come out and dance with him.
Come on, John…..come out to play…..give me what I want…give yourself up…..this is not about you…..it's about US…..together…don't you see?...Come on, John…..dance with your Dom…..
And John was falling into those eyes…..falling into them….with all the helplessness of a ray of light that falls into a black hole, to be lost forever. He felt like he was unravelling completely as everything inside him cracked open and he was laid bare to the knowing gaze of his Dom. His body was being played, every sensation of pleasure that could be wrung out of it was being evoked. But his soul was lost…..in his Dom's dazzling eyes. His awareness was steadily narrowing down to only Sherlock's eyes and the sound of his voice. Nothing else seemed to exist.
The Dom purred with pleasure as he observed John's eyes lose focus, the tension in his muscles receded as his thighs fell apart and even his sphincter relaxed. The desperate urge towards climax, the frantic pleas subsided.
Yes…..YES…..MINE.
He gently unhooked John's hands from where they were gripping his knees as he lay splayed open, and raised the legs further till they hung off his elbows. Strong hands wrapped themselves around John's back and LIFTED…..Sherlock was kneeling, his thighs spread apart, his knees digging into the mattress. Effortlessly he pulled John up on to his lap, body bent in double, quivering thighs resting on Sherlock's chest, the backs of his knees resting over Sherlock's crooked elbows, his ankles digging into Sherlock's back. Sherlock's arms were like steel bands around John's back, pinning him in place.
"You're doing well, John. Such a good little Sub you are for me," he said as he started thrusting up into John's body, now pliant like a rag-doll in his arms. He pushed John down, allowing those last few centimetres of the base of his cock, the thickest portion to finally bludgeon inside. One hand came down, long fingers skimmed and probed the stretched thinned out rim of John's hole and Sherlock let out a loud growl of approval.
"Do you know how long I've waited for this…John Watson impaled on my cock…Steady now. It's going to get very rough. Let it all go. Hold on. I've got you."
John's arms were wrapped around Sherlock's neck as he held on tight. Their position brought his face within inches of Sherlock's and all he could see were those dominant, blazing eyes and he felt his body sinking, sinking into more and more bliss as he let go even as his soul seemed to be soaring higher and higher in euphoria.
The Sub was finally dancing with his Dom and John had never felt this much joy in his entire life.
Sherlock….Sherlock…..Sherlock…..was all his mind could think about, all words had fled. Just Sherlock's eyes, the sound of his voice, his name.
Sherlock's thrusts were hard now, mercilessly pounding into John as he effortlessly lifted John's pliant body and repeatedly slammed him down. Every brutal thrust caused Sherlock's cock to ram into John's prostate, precisely angled for maximum stimulation. Shockwaves of ecstasy were tearing through John, his arse on fire as it stretched to its maximum, his cock hard as a stone, twitching and jerking with each thrust. Sherlock's arms were holding him securely, pinned in place and he was now grunting with every thrust.
"Hun…uhn...so good, John….you feel fucking fantastic…..love your arse…..uhn…..John….."
One hand cradled John's head as Sherlock brought him closer and put their lips together, kissing him with open-mouthed kisses, fucking him with his tongue as he pillaged John's arse without breaking stride at all. John was panting into his mouth, so far gone that he had no co-ordination to kiss back.
"John," Sherlock gasped against John's lips as he slid one hand down between their bodies and started pumping John again. "Get ready to come."
John was already too far gone to hear anything, his body bucking into Sherlock's fist as he whimpered brokenly. Sherlock's pace increased till his hands were a blur even as his thick cock was powering in and out.
John's balls reared up, as he teetered over the edge, waiting for permission.
"Now, John."
Sherlock gave a long firm stroke with a twist and…
"SHERLOCK….." John screamed loudly, a scream that seemed to erupt from the very core of him, as he detonated like a bomb, his body arching, tendons straining, head thrown back in absolute mind-numbing ecstasy as his cock erupted. Hot ropes of cum seared over both their chests as Sherlock kept pumping.
"Sherlock…..Oh God, Sherlock," his gasps were like a prayer, as his cock kept twitching and ropes upon ropes of cum kept pulsing out of him.
Finally Sherlock let go of his cock, and gripped John's cheeks, roughly pulling them apart as he pounded in with fury and single-minded determination. "So close…..fuck, John….going to…." His hips were moving fast as he slammed repeatedly into John, his thrusts now savage, bordering on cruel. And finally, he gave one last push as he sank in deep and held still, his back stiffening, his arse muscles bunched up, cock swelling so much that he feared he'd tear John, as finally he started to pulse.
Sharp teeth bit into John's neck, his scream muffled against John's skin, "Oh FUCK…..John…."
John could feel each pulse like a heartbeat against his thin stretched rim as Sherlock finally pumped his seed into his bowels. It was heady, intoxicating to see Sherlock lose control, to be marked like an animal. Jet after jet of Sherlock's cum filled John. A couple more thrusts as he emptied himself and finally Sherlock's pelvis slowed to a crawl, as he moaned loudly with satisfaction, exhaustion.
He lowered John's legs and pulled him closer, cradling his head gently over his shoulder. They sat there for a long time, holding each other, panting and completely out of breath, sweat and cum soaked bodies intertwined.
After a while Sherlock gently slid out of John and lay him back on the bed.
John lay sprawled, legs askew, his breath slowly coming back to normal, his eyes slowly coming back into focus. A slow trickle of Sherlock's cum started oozing out of his hole and in the valley of his cleft and pooled beneath his arse.
Sherlock watched as tears started to flow down John's face. His lips were trembling, his entire body started to shake with reaction, his eyes pleading mutely. He lay down next to John and pulled him close.
John buried his face into Sherlock's neck, breathing in deep the now-familiar intoxicating smell and just…...let go. For the first time in his adult life, John sobbed. Not the quiet restrained crying of a grown man. But the spontaneous cry of a child; his breath hitching, voice pitching into sobs, loud and uninhibited.
Sherlock held him tight, whispering in his ear again and again, "You did so well, John. You were so good for me." His hands gently cradled John's head, fingers passed soothingly in his hair.
"Sherlock…..I don't…." John's voice was broken.
"Shhh…..I know, John. I know."
John shook his head trying to explain, his voice plaintive, "I don't know why I'm crying, Sherlock."
Sherlock rocked him gently, his lips pressing kisses all over John's face. "I know, my love…..Shhh….It's all a bit overwhelming…..It's alright to feel this way. You did so well for me. I'm so happy with you" he crooned in his husky baritone.
He held John as he cried, waited patiently for the sobs to subside.
It was a long time before John's sobs settled, his breath coming in short hitches as he seemed to come to himself.
"Stay. Let me do this," Sherlock murmured softly, as he got up and sat on his haunches.
Dimly John watched as Sherlock gently rubbed off his semen and the lube from both of their bodies with damp towels. As Sherlock gently pried his buttock cheeks apart to first look and then run a gentle finger over the burning puffed up rim. Checking for bleeding, tears…..John registered vaguely. Gentle fingers applied some cream around the rim. Half passed out, he allowed Sherlock to prop him up and give him some pain-killers and tilt a bottle of cold water. John gulped and gulped. Hadn't even realised I was so thirsty.
"John, I need you to rest. Sleep for some time," Sherlock said as he gathered John into his arms again. He pulled the duvet over both of them. And watched John as his eyes fluttered shut and his breath evened out.
It was four hours later that John stirred.
Dawn had yet to break. Blinking as he gained awareness, he moved only to stop with a sudden hiss as the dull ache in his arse flared.
He plopped back and stared at the ceiling. His heart started to thud as memories flew in. Fuck…..did that just happen? The most intense, glorious fuck of my entire life….. he TOOK me….in every sense of the word, he fucked me. This was nothing like my fantasies….not even in the same league…..I could never have imagined it could be this intense, this rough, this satisfying…
John palmed his limp cock…..The sounds I made….so undignified….wanton…..His eyes, his smell, the smell of his arousal mingling with mine…..heady, potent stuff…..I never realised how much smaller I am…he manipulated my body like I was nothing…his cock…..John's mouth flooded with saliva at the thought…..want to suck it, sit between his legs and keep sucking him….want to hear that husky voice growl again…want to see those eyes blaze again…. even if he never fucks me again, I'll never need to resort to another fantasy ever to bring myself off…God, he spanked me…..and why does that feel so erotic…..want more of that…..go outside and kneel down and beg to be spanked…John chuckled wryly. You're such a slut, Watson…...
His hand came down to touch himself between his cheeks. Clean….he must have wiped me clean….it hurts…but he said I'll get used to it…..don't know what I'll do if he wants to fuck me right now…..will he?…what am I meant to do now? What must he think of me? What happened to me in the end? Sherlock's voice in his head said … The physical surrender is just an outward expression of the mental one.
He stood up gingerly and pulled his pants on and covered himself with his robe. When did he leave?
He walked out. Sherlock lay on the sofa, wide awake and looking up at the ceiling. A limp hand hung down from the edge of the sofa, his fingers curled up.
John approached softly. What am I meant to do? Should I kneel? He realised with a start that he wanted to. How strange that I want to sink on my knees and bury my face in his tummy. Feel his fingers running through my hair. Has he lost all respect for me? What should I do?
Sherlock watched him calmly as he neared and stood in front of him. And slowly smiled.
The fingers resting on the carpet twitched, beckoning.
"Come here."
John went gladly and started to kneel next to Sherlock.
"No, not down on the ground. Plenty of time for that later. Lie down next to me."
Gratefully John climbed atop the sofa and Sherlock shuffled, so that John was lying sideways, his back to the sofa back-rest, their legs entwined with John's head resting on Sherlock's chest. They lay there quietly, lost in thought, Sherlock's fingers running through John's hair gently.
"Okay, you've questions," Sherlock said softly after a while.
John frowned as he murmured after a while, "Do you think less of me? Now that you have….."
"Have what, John? Fucked you? Put my cock up your arse? Spanked you? Called you a slut?"
John nodded, rubbing his head against Sherlock's chest.
Sherlock moved to reposition John and make him lay down as he leaned over him, looking down at him with intent eyes. His voice was gentle, tender as he explained, one hand stroking John's head.
"I need you to understand something, John. The Dominant inside of me needs to dominate, subdue, use, take care of his Submissive. The fledgling Submissive inside of you will find joy and pleasure in falling into line, being used, being subdued, being taken care of. Each time we have sex, we will learn more. If I humiliate you or use language I otherwise wouldn't, it is not because I disrespect you, but because it feeds that inner Dom and Sub. If I hurt you, it is not because I am subconsciously angry, but because it feeds that inner Dom and Sub. If I deny you pleasure, it is not because I am a selfish bastard, but because your place as the Submissive needs reinforcement from time to time. I want you to never doubt the regard and respect I hold for you, irrespective of what happens when we are intimate. Do you understand?"
"Yes." John nodded thoughtfully.
Sherlock was quiet for some time before he continued, "There are many ways to attain the Oneness I told you about. Perhaps you're best suited for this one."
"I …..I don't understand." John shook his head.
"You will," Sherlock said as he bent down to kiss John's temple gently.
"You were right, you know?" John mumbled, after a while.
Sherlock's laugh rumbled through John, "I'm always right, John. What am I right about this time?"
"This wasn't like vanilla sex at all."
"I know."
"It wasn't even making love, was it?"
"No, it wasn't."
"Nor was it just rough sex."
"No."
The stroking resumed as John thought some more.
"Is it always this intense?"
Sherlock frowned as he thought, "More. It gets more intense. The deeper your Submission, the greater joy you will experience."
Sherlock lay down on his side, holding John close, allowing him to think, John's face nuzzling into his neck.
John was frowning. Was I any good? Did you like taking me? Was I the best you had? Will you fuck me again? Did I please you? Tell me….is there anything more I can do to give you more pleasure? Sherlock, I cannot live without experiencing this again…..it was quite literally the most intense fuck of my life….I think I've developed an instant addiction…you won't stop fucking me, will you? I'll do anything to please you…please don't leave me to go fuck your other Subs…..I'll be good…..do anything you want…His breathing became erratic as his thoughts churned.
Sherlock tightened his arms around John and brushed soft lips against John's. "Settle down, John. You did very well. You pleased me a lot."
The noose that seemed to have caged John's heart and was making it clench painfully, suddenly loosened. His face was radiant as he grinned shyly and then buried his face in the hollow of Sherlock's neck.
He lay there, cocooned in the warmth of Sherlock's arms as he sighed with relief.
His eyes fluttered close again.