Quick follow up so Sherlock doesn't think he dreamed it.

In which John takes more control

and shows an alacrity that Sherlock is surprised by and grateful for

Molly manifests her primal side again and Sherlock gets to watch

Blindfolded II – Morning

Sherlock woke first before dawn. Though the room was almost completely dark, he recognized the regular breathing patterns of John and Molly, who slept, one on each side of him. He loved being in the middle of the bed, was greedy for it, sometimes, but tried to be nonchalant. He suspected Molly knew, though, she'd smiled at him in a special way and relinquished the center spot once or twice with a knowing look.

Molly was curled up to his left, a foetal position, her head touching his shoulder. He leaned toward her carefully, and placed his lips on her head lightly. She didn't stir, and he held his mouth to her for a few moments, delighting in her stillness - like a sleeping infant, her breathing, the smell of her shampoo, the feel of her silky hair on his mouth and cheek. Finally he pursed his lips in a kiss and moved his head away. She didn't stir. Sherlock turned his head to look at John.

Sherlock was surprised to find that John was awake, looking at him, and smiling. The doctor rose up on one elbow and looked down at Sherlock, stroking his cheek with his free hand. Sherlock smiled, but there was a seriousness in his expression that John thought he understood. A reassertion of trust and devotion. Of gratitude. Of loyalty. The doctor took this in with seriousness, then quietly leaned in and kissed Sherlock quite authoritatively. Their lips met lightly for a moment, gently caressing, open mouthed. Then John had Sherlock's mouth open even wider, and was exploring him with his tongue, completely dominating the kiss. Sherlock was unprepared for such commanding contact, and his head swam a little, his breath hitching. John noticed and pulled away.

"All right?" John whispered.

"Yes, yes." Sherlock answered, a little embarrassed. He reached for John again, and John dipped his head to re-establish their contact, stroking Sherlock's flank, then reaching lower, finding his friend's half hard erection.

"How do you feel?" John whispered as quietly as he could.

"All right."

"Last night ok?"

"Mmm, very -."

"And, now?" John gently bit Sherlock's ear lightly, stroking him to full erection.

"Ah-, John – when did – did you -?"

"Ahaha. No, it wasn't a dream." The doctor smiled into Sherlock's ear whispering in a deliciously secretive tone. "It happened. It's happening now."

John slipped down Sherlock's body gently, positioning himself to take his friend's cock in his mouth. Sherlock gasped as John licked the tip of him, tasting the drop or two that was already there, teasing around the contour of the head. Then John flattened his tongue and licked up and down his friend's shaft as if Sherlock were some kind of dessert.

"You – you – John -?"

"Shh, don't wake Molly."

John took Sherlock deep in his mouth and listened to Sherlock hiss his pleasure in a sudden intake of breath. What am I? What am I now? Is this what I am? What? thought John, Devoted husband and lover. What's wrong with that? Nothing. Exactly nothing. And I love it, them, her, him, oh god yes him. Gently, reverently John worked his mouth up and down Sherlock, enjoying his friend's reactions to his touch at the same time he was taking in the novelty of the taste, feeling and texture of Sherlock's skin and hair.

Images from his boyhood experiences came back to him. Moments he'd forgotten about for years resurfaced and brought back sights and sounds and smells. Illicit moments in darkened rooms and closets, under brambles, unused out buildings, the backs of cars. The feelings of longing, of badness. Sin that became heaven. So long ago. But this is now. It doesn't matter. It's too good, it's so good.

John felt and heard Molly wake. She silently moved to him, and was suddenly kissing his backside. It tickled, and made him smile as he continued to taste Sherlock. Then he reached for the lubricant he'd already located and put some on his fingers.

"John, I -."

"Shh. Doctor, remember? Everything's very much under control, ok?"

"Ah –."

John pushed two fingers into Sherlock and easily located the prostate.

"Oh, god."

"Mmm, have you ever had anything inside you before, love?" John smiled as heard himself, finding his tone extremely cold and clinical despite his use of the endearment.

"Ahaha."

"All right, funny man."

"Just Molly's sweet fingers. And a couple of doctors'." Sherlock's voice was strained and breathless. John liked the sound of it.

"I see. Virgin. Like me. And these." John pushed another finger into Sherlock, eliciting a short yelp.

"Yes, ah –." Sherlock's backside clenched as John found his sweet spot with each gentle thrust he made. John let go of Sherlock's shaft allowing his friend's erection to bob in the air, unattended, as the doctor continued to explore inside Sherlock, softly thrusting and thrusting. He watched as Sherlock's pink blush became deeper and deeper. He listened as his breath became short. He smiled as his friend looked up, his eyes, desperate, begging.

"I think I can make you come without touching you, Sherlock, what do you think? Would you like that? Shall I try? Tell me, love, tell me if you want that." John made a few rougher, faster thrusts.

"Oh god, John, please – no, don't, - I want -."

John slowed his pace again, and returned to his gentle regular pulsing thrusts.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging." He took up Sherlock's erection again with his free hand, and addressed Molly.

"Sweetheart, that's lovely, but can you -?"

"Yes, of course – how are you feeling this morning, Sherlock, love?" Molly left John's backside and whispered to Sherlock, sliding up in bed to kiss him.

"That's right, darling," John murmured to both his wife and partner, "Hug and kiss him, tell him how much we love him. Don't let him go. Hold him good and hard, and let him see how we won't let him go."

"Don't let me go," Sherlock whispered to Molly, though John could hear.

"Never again," Molly whispered back.

"No, never, never," John leaned down.

John lowered his mouth to Sherlock's cock again, delighting in the clenched muscles and moan of pleasure that he elicited. Gently, reverently, slowly, relentlessly, he matched the stroking of his hand to that of his mouth, and built the pace slowly but inexorably. He listened as Molly murmured her comfort to Sherlock between her kisses.

"You were so lovely last night, love you, is it good? Is John being lovely?

"Yes, very – ah, very lovely."

"Ah, good. Don't worry, we won't let you go. Never, never."

Though Sherlock was distracted with Molly, John could feel his friend's tension and excitement mounting as he clenched and released the muscles in his abdomen, legs and backside. John surprised himself when he considered how quickly he found he could enjoy these new experiences. While completely unused to a personal aesthetic appreciation of the male figure, John found it wasn't difficult to admire the beauty of Sherlock's body and relish the feeling of his smooth skin under his hand, his mouth, responding to his touch.

When he sensed that Sherlock was close, he left him for a moment to speak.

"Any time. I'm ready for you, ok?"

Sherlock came in only a few more strokes vocalizing only moderately but releasing for longer than John had noticed before. John maintained his hold on Sherlock's cock with his mouth throughout the orgasm, and managed to swallow almost everything he gave him. When he was through, John felt his friend's muscles unclench and relax. He heard Sherlock breathe their names like a prayer.

"John, Molly. Molly, John."

John continued thrusting his fingers into Sherlock, much more slowly and gently, less deeply than before, twisting carefully, exploring, experimenting. Molly watched John, her eyes dark and hungry, and at length Sherlock opened his eyes. The two men locked gazes as John wordlessly continued to work Sherlock's opening, gently, but without hesitation, without question. Finally, John pushed his fingers gently, but deeply into his friend, as far as they would go, holding his fingers deep inside, his eyes locked on Sherlock's. The look of surrender and abandon in the younger man's eyes was clear. Molly saw it, John saw it. John leaned to bite Sherlock's inner thigh gently, then a little harder, enough to leave a mark. Finally, he drew his fingers out of Sherlock and rubbed the mark his teeth had left, returning his mouth to it, kissing it. Then he climbed up Sherlock's body, sliding up his chest to kiss him. He felt his own length pressing into Sherlock's inner thigh and smiled.

"John?" Sherlock asked.

"Shh, not today. Soon, I promise." John kissed him and then Molly and back and forth until everyone was kissing everyone, gently, slowly, patiently.

They'd been lying quietly for some minutes when Molly kissed John, and budged him off Sherlock. She straddled the taller man, and arched her back, offering her backside, and John was behind her quickly, kneeling between Sherlock's legs, which were still spread wide. Sherlock smiled and took Molly's face in his hands, delighted to be so close to his lovely pair's coupling. He watched Molly's face as John pressed into her and identified and related to every emotion - the initial sense of violation, the potential for pain, the acceptance, the pleasure, the desire and hunger, the inexplicable need. He watched as John started thrusting into her, and noted that she allowed herself to be an object at first, let herself be used, thrust into, gripped and ground against. He watched her face as she allowed this to affect her psychologically, Yes, he thought she's doing it on purpose, allowing John's thrusting to throw some primal switch in her. At last, she smiled, and started to grind back against John, swivelling her hips, pounding back against him. Then Sherlock was startled to watch her turn her eyes on him at last. She leaned in to kiss him with an open mouth as she ground and bucked into John. Sherlock ran his hands along her back as he kissed her, feeling John's thrusts become faster and more cruel as the pair bucked and twisted into one another. John found Sherlock's hands and took them, lacing his fingers with his friends'. This is how they came, Molly kissing Sherlock, and John's fingers laced in his friends'.

John's familiar litany of obscenities and Molly's name was a little louder than usual, while Molly was silent until the end, kissing Sherlock. But at the last, she broke away from Sherlock's lips, letting out a loud low moan as her body shook and bucked out of control, pressing hard into John.

Molly collapsed on Sherlock and John lay down beside them. Sherlock held Molly, kissing her, and leaned to John, brushing the doctor's hair with his mouth and cheek.

Molly, John, John, Molly.

Molly had gone to work and John was pottering about the kitchen buttering toast, sipping coffee. He watched his friend out of the corner of his eye as Sherlock stood in a corner, out of the doctor's way, but he noticed that Sherlock had been staring off and holding his coffee mug to his lips for several long moments without sipping.

"Coffee'll get cold, hmm?" John smiled.

"Oh. Yes, of course," Sherlock sipped, lowered the cup but continued to stare off into space.

"All right?"

"Um. Well, John, please, please don't misinterpret me. I'm – I can't tell you how – um, delighted I am - that you - ."

"Ahaha. Well, – I'm very glad you - that it was good -"

"It's just that, I'm simply - that is, I'm puzzled by the – the well, frankly, the alacrity the, uh - élan, it must be said, with which you – you - ."

"Execute? Ahaha. Well. It's been rather a long time coming, hmm? Oh, good lord, that was actually totally unintentional, please forgive it - ahaha. But, I guess I've had time to, uh, think about things. And I've had plenty of time to – get used to - you. Know you, um, physically - and what you - need - a little more."

"Yes, but, - but, I mean, John - you -."

"There's no rational explanation. Perhaps, just, 'reason not the need,' hmm?"

Sherlock wasn't really listening to the doctor very carefully. He raised his eyebrows, and let out a breath, reliving a particularly vivid moment from the morning's earlier activities – or perhaps from the night before. The doctor smiled as his partner shook his head, stared off into space, and shook his head again, then smiled his half smile as he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Ah, no. No, indeed."

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