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Sherlock strode into the flat he shared with his husband, beaming from ear to ear with his cheeks flushed a healthy pink. “Oh, that was marvelous!” He enthused as he whipped off his coat and scarf, hanging it from the hook behind the door. “Did you see how she leapt over the rubbish bins, John, did you?!” He asked his husband as though the shorter man hadn’t been running right alongside him and seen almost everything he himself had seen.
Barely pausing for breath as he dropped into his armchair, Sherlock continued to ramble excitedly about the case and all of its brilliant details. The detective was clearly still riding his usual post-case high because he leapt from his armchair only minutes after sitting down and began pacing around their sitting room and gesturing emphatically with both hands, eyes still sparkling.
John laughed as he followed after his storm of a husband; these were his favorite parts of finishing a case. Putting his own jacket up on the hook, he humored Sherlock. “Yes dear, I saw. Take your shoes off please.” He toed his own shoes off and smiled, watching his husband bounce around and pace. Stopping Sherlock for a quick kiss as he passed by, John entered the kitchen and started the kettle.
“Honestly, I wouldn’t have thought of a better way to spend today. It’s the perfect gift for you.” He assumed Sherlock had forgotten what day it was, as he usually did when a case was on, but John was prepared for that. He had a special gift hidden in their bedroom and he really hoped the man would like it.
Sherlock obeyed John without thinking, toeing his shoes off and returning to his excited pacing right away. However, his husband’s mention of a gift caught his scattered attention and he spun on his heel, cocking his head at John in the kitchen. “Gift? What do you mean, gift?” He questioned, padding closer as he all but interrogated his lover. “It was just another case. A brilliant case!! But just a case nonetheless. What was so special that it was a gift?”
John poured the hot water into two mugs and hummed at his husband’s question. “Gift yeah, sweetheart, today is your birthday.” He spoke nonchalantly about it; over the years he learned that Sherlock just didn’t celebrate things like that. John did enjoy that Sherlock went over the top for their anniversary though.
“Come here birthday boy.” John laughed and brought Sherlock into a hug. “We don’t have to do anything special, but I did get you a little something for your birthday.”
Sherlock looked a bit startled by the revelation and he blinked a few times. “Oh, yes I suppose it is.” He said casually, leaning into and returning the hug gladly. Any reason to be close to his husband was good enough for him. He rested there for a few long moments, his body and mind finally calming down as he relished the feeling of being hugged by his favorite human in the entire world.
“Mmm, you didn’t have to do that.” Sherlock murmured quietly, nose and lips still buried in John’s neck, where he kissed softly by way of thanks.
John rubbed Sherlock’s back and snuggled against the taller man’s chest. “You should know by now that I am going to do as I please. Including celebrating your birthday.” He stretched his neck to give Sherlock better access, letting out little hums and groans as his husband kissed sensitive spots. “Since it’s your day, we can do whatever you want. Within reason.” John made sure to include the last bit because the one year he didn’t, they ended up stuck in a butcher’s meat locker waiting for Lestrade to let them out.
“Do you want your gift now, or later?” John was a little nervous about it. He had never bought Sherlock anything like this before.
Sherlock chuckled softly and kissed John’s neck in agreement. Yes, he did know that John would do whatever he pleased and it was just one of the millions of things he loved about his husband. “Mmm, now? Whatever it is you bought me is making you nervous and my curiosity is piqued.” He finally released his husband with a teasing smile.
Realistically, if he tried, he could deduce exactly what it was that John had gotten him but after deducing all of his and John’s Christmas gifts one year, he’d been banned from deducing gifts from friends and family. He still did it when the gift was from anyone who wasn’t John, but he kept his deductions to himself so as not to irritate John or spoil his gifts. But when John gave him gifts? Sherlock put all of his mental effort into not deducing it.
John grinned and excitedly pulled Sherlock into the bedroom. “Don’t deduce it! You know the rules!” He moved to the little side table and from underneath it pulled out a nicely wrapped, decently sized box. He handed it over to his husband with a bright blush across his cheeks. “If you don’t want it or like it, we can take it back.” He fidgeted where he stood, subtly rubbing his thighs together in anticipation.
Sherlock laughed a little bit as he was dragged, willingly, along. “I haven’t, I haven’t!” He protested lightly as they entered their room and he looked down at the box in his hands once it had been given over. The blush spreading on John’s cheeks only served to heighten his curiosity and he opened it carefully, doing his best not to tear the high quality paper too badly. Once the box had been opened, Sherlock’s jaw dropped and his face began to heat up, matching John.
John looked everywhere but Sherlock and the gift, “I thought it might be fun, you could use it on me or I on you…Or we don’t have to do anything with it!” He paced a little and was clearly embarrassed. “I don’t know what I was thinking actually.” He looked a little disappointed in himself before finally looking at Sherlock, “could be a fun experiment though, right?”
Sherlock held the gift a little tighter when John mentioned not using it and he shot his husband a glare. “It’s my gift, I get to use it first.” He half growled, half huffed before carefully picking the dildo up and turning it in his hands. It was pleasantly heavy and realistically textured. Sherlock knew it would feel amazing. More than that, it was * big * and Sherlock couldn’t wait to feel the stretch of it.
Curious, he wrapped his long fingers around the widest point near the base and almost moaned right there when he learned that his middle finger and thumb couldn’t quite touch, not to mention the exquisite length of the toy. “Where’s our lube?!” Sherlock looked around the room as if that would answer his question, holding his new toy in one hand and blindly fumbling with the buttons of his shirt with his other hand. “Can I suck you off? While you use this on me? Wanna feel full on both ends. Please, John? Please?”
John’s eyes widened and he broke out into a large grin. “Of course you can use it first.” He chuckled and hurried to follow the request to find their lube. “But. It’s not going anywhere near you until you clean it first.” John ordered as he finally found their open tube. He then stopped to watch his husband unbutton his shirt, licking his lips as each bit of skin was uncovered. Shaking his head a little and coming back to the present, John took a moment to take in what Sherlock had asked.
Letting out a groan, John cupped himself through the front of his jeans to stop from cumming right then. “Oh lord, Sherlock. You can have whatever you want, baby.”
Sherlock whined, loudly, when he was denied immediate gratification. “Jawwwwwwn!” He pouted at his husband, but knew that he wouldn’t win. So instead of delaying his desires, he scrambled to the bathroom, his shirt halfway undone. The sound of water running and the distinct sound of Sherlock washing the toy thoroughly could be heard. The water stopped and Sherlock reappeared, drying the toy gently.
He placed it almost reverently on the bed before returning to his clothes, unbuttoning his top the rest of the way and dropping it to the floor. His trousers and pants followed shortly after and he dropped on the bed to grab the lube. Without even waiting for John to join him, Sherlock propped himself on his knees, arse up, and began to press and prod at his hole with a wet finger.
As Sherlock went to clean the toy, John began to undress himself. He left the panties on, because they made him feel pretty, and moved to take some of their blankets off the bed. He watched as Sherlock climbed on the bed and began to prepare himself. John moaned and moved over to take some lube for his own fingers.
“Mmm my good boy, look at you. Gorgeous.” He draped himself over Sherlock’s back just so the other could feel his weight and brought one of his own slick fingers down to join his husband’s at his hole. “Did you see how thick that toy is? Oh I know how you are, Sherlock. Nothing is enough to satisfy your need for a good stretch.”
Sherlock had, in fact, paused for a moment to admire his husband in just panties, but the lure of a stretch was too much to ignore so he’d set to work. By the time John draped himself- quite deliciously- over his back, he was already up to two fingers. “Y-yes! Looked so good! I can’t wait to feel it stretching me!” Sherlock gasped as he felt John’s wet fingers tease his hole around the two fingers already inside.
Pressing a third in, Sherlock bucked his hips desperately, but he ignored his cock in favor of wiggling his fingers a little deeper in search of his prostate but unfortunately, the angle didn’t allow his fingers to quite reach. Whining because he could only tease himself, he pressed back against John’s hand, trying to urge his husband to join the party. “P-please? Wanna feel you inside, sir. Captain, please!” He begged, the honorific and the title slipping out without Sherlock’s conscious say so, but his military kink was a strong and well known item on their list, often rearing its pretty head so suddenly like this when Sherlock was well and truly getting desperate for John.
“Shhh you just sit back and let me take care of you. That’s an order, soldier.” John took to being called Captain in bed like a fish to water. He knew all about Sherlock’s kink and had secretly found reasons to attend fancy dinners and events just to wear his formals for the man. He gently removed Sherlock’s own fingers and slid three of his own into the man. John groaned as he felt the clench around his fingers. Taking a moment to give Sherlock time to adjust to his thicker fingers, John began to stretch and search for the other’s prostate. “Now be a good boy and tell me, do you want my cock first to get you ready for the toy, or would you like me to fill you with the toy before you are allowed to swallow me down?”
Sherlock gasped softly and mewled out a weak “yes sir!” He allowed himself to be moved to his captain’s pleasure and the moment his hole was stretched around John’s shorter, thicker fingers, he sobbed out his thanks, hips twitching needily. And the movement! Sherlock could have died and gone to heaven and he wouldn’t have been the wiser. When asked to think, he tried so hard, but holding his thoughts was like trying to hold water in a strainer. Impossible. It took him a few long moments to scrape together even a few words.
“T-toy first, sir! Please!” Sherlock sobbed into the sheets, fingers gripping tightly to the fabric as he absentmindedly pressed back against John’s fingers. Well, he was a slut for the stretch and it would be that much more intense if he was only stretched with fingers before taking the toy. When he felt a finger brush the edge of his prostate, he choked on his own breath and then moaned lewdly, hips rocking harder to try and encourage more of that .
John absolutely loved seeing his husband like this. Only he could make the Sherlock Holmes into a needy mess and he puffed up a little with pride. John nodded once Sherlock made a choice and used his other hand to grab the toy and bring it closer. He was purposely ignoring the prostate to make sure his husband was properly stretched, he didn’t want to hurt him and he knew once he did hit the little bundle of nerves, it’s all Sherlock would want.
John leaned forward and pressed kisses all along Sherlock’s lower back as he finally gave his husband a few rubs against his prostate. He had to close his eyes to calm his own cock down from just the noises and feel of Sherlock around his fingers. “What a good boy. Now do NOT whine at this next part and I will reward you.” He slowly pulled his fingers out expecting the other to put up a fuss.
As quickly as he could, John slicked up the toy and prepared it. Giving himself a moment to catch his breath, he began to swirl the tip around Sherlock’s now stretched hole.
Sherlock moaned his appreciation when John finally rubbed at his prostate, but he could feel a whine building when the man spoke. He tried really hard not to make a fuss, but a soft whimper slipped from his lips when he was left empty. He couldn’t help it and turned his head to muffle the noise as soon as he noticed it. He wanted his reward and he wanted even more to be good for John. His hips twitched and jerked as he tried to find stimulation again, but the immediate tensing of Sherlock’s muscles said that he didn’t mean to move.
Once the toy touched his now stretched hole, Sherlock mewled softly. Even without any kind of insertion, he could feel how big it was. “S-sir?” He gasped out, turning his head back again so he could be heard. “C-can I have your cock soon, please?” His tongue darted out to wet his lips absently. With his captain behind him and preparing to fill his hole, he wasn’t sure how he would be able to give him a blowjob at the same time.
If he’d had even a single working neuron, Sherlock would have been able to figure out that John likely would move to be in front of and under him once the toy was inserted, but he didn’t have one working neuron, he had zero. All he could think about was that he’d been promised a cock in his mouth and he didn’t yet have it, but he wanted it.
John playfully smacked Sherlock’s ass and moved the toy away from his hole. “Are you questioning me, soldier? Am I not pleasuring you correctly?” He hummed and pretended to think about what to do next. “I suppose I will just have to do things my way.” He shifted to lie on his back and motioned for Sherlock to climb over him, in a modified 69 position. “Well, get to it soldier.”
Sherlock yelped softly when his ass was smacked and he scrambled to respond properly, but all he managed was a slurred and stuttered out mess of maybe-words. He obeyed the adjustment without complaint, mostly, but when he was presented with John’s cock, anything he might have been thinking went out the window. He wrapped his mouth willingly around the head and sucked gently, his tongue pressing tenderly against the slit of John’s cock. He moaned as the salty, bitter taste coated his tongue and he began bobbing enthusiastically, the promise of a good stretch momentarily forgotten in his desire to give his captain the best blowjob he could manage.
John groaned deep from his chest as his cock was enveloped within Sherlock’s mouth. “That’s it baby, just like that.” He continued to mix in praise and short curses as his cock was worked. He took the toy in his hand and brought it back to Sherlock’s hole, he swirled it around just to warn the man before slowly pressing the tip inside. “Deep breath love…” He waited for the feeling of Sherlock breathing before he slowly began to press the toy deeper inside. Even John could feel the resistance and stretch, he knew Sherlock would love it.
Sherlock pulled off John’s cock, wrapped a hand around it stimulate it still, as he felt the head of the toy touch his hole. Even just the tip felt amazing! He inhaled deeply, but it was expelled in a breathy moan as the toy began to slide into him. “Jaaaawwwwwn!” He moaned loudly, head thrown back as his hips twitched helplessly. While his mind loved the already intense stretch, his body wasn’t quite so sure. His hips twitched back and forth, torn between pressing down on the toy to be filled even more or pulling away from the slight pain that such a stretch created. “S-sir!” He cried out, head dropping between his shoulders. “Shit! Captain! Fuck!” He sobbed his pain and his pleasure, offering John’s cock a few weak suckles here and there before pulling off to pant heavily.
John knew each of Sherlock’s cries by now and as long as their safe word wasn’t shouted or he was in real pain, he would continue. “Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock? Back on and work, Soldier!” He put in just enough authority in his voice to sound official, but he was wrecked just listening to his husband’s sounds. He pulled the toy out just enough, and then slowly pressed it back in. Starting a rhythm, John pressed deeper and deeper on each thrust. It would still be a moment before the toy would bottom out, but he would work Sherlock up to that.
Sherlock choked out a pathetic “yes sir” before he wrapped his lips around John’s cock and threw everything he had into the blowjob. He utilized every skill he’d ever learned, every secret he knew about John, to make it the best ever. He sucked, swallowed, licked, and hummed, all to pleasure his captain. But his seal was loose and spit kept dripping down John’s cock where it leaked out of his mouth. His mind was absorbed by the stretch in his arse and he moaned around John again, barely able to think about anything except how good he felt. His eyes were glazed and he finally defaulted to just mouthing at John, the best he could manage with his mind so absolutely gone, and occasionally swallowing the excess saliva that pooled.
John began to thrust the toy within Sherlock in time with his sucks and licks against his cock, picking up speed and depth and he felt Sherlock’s body relaxing and accepting more of it. He knew when his husband was reaching his limits as he felt him begin to weaken on his cock. John didn’t even mind as he finally got the toy to bottom out on his thrusts with it. “There's a love, good boy Sherlock, look at how you take it.” He continued to praise his husband and, after a few more thrusts with the toy, he maneuvered himself a little better so he could continue with the toy but also pleasure his husband to finish.
With a particularly deep thrust, John took Sherlock’s cock almost fully into his mouth and began to lick and suck.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Sherlock roused slightly when he felt the flared base of the toy touch his rim, all but screaming at the way his hole flared wide before narrowing again around the section meant to help hold the toy, and he clenched carefully around the entire dildo. Despite his efforts, it felt like his walls didn’t move at all and he sobbed around John’s cock, utterly gone now. It would be a miracle if he remembered he’d been in the middle of giving a blow job for the next few minutes.
Just when Sherlock didn’t think his life could get better, John began to suck his cock and he actually screamed this time. It was a wordless, primal sound as his body convulsed. The frantic movement shoved the toy inside him against his prostate and with a desperate cry, he came, barely a minute into having John’s mouth on his cock. His orgasm was powerful and long, his body jerking and twitching as he spilled ropes of cum into John’s mouth. Finally, it ended and his body went completely limp, mouth still impaled by John’s cock. The touch to his throat stirred what could easily have been Sherlock’s only working brain cell and he closed his lips, swallowing and swirling his tongue to try and encourage John’s release.
John felt like king of the world as he felt Sherlock cum for him. Swallowing what he could in his throat, John groaned at the taste and feeling. He was breathing hard just from getting his husband off and forgot about his own pleasure for a moment. The moment John felt Sherlock begin to tongue at his cock again, he yelped and came without warning. It had just been too much stimulation and as he released into Sherlock’s slack mouth and lips, he wheezed. Thighs trembling, John slowly pulled the toy from Sherlock and quickly checked for tears or any other damage before helping him lie on his side.
Sherlock gulped what he could but his weak body and poor position meant that at least half spilled back out. Whining, he dropped his head and cleaned John’s cum, swallowing down his treat until there was nothing left. He whimpered softly when he felt his toy removed, but his rim was relaxed enough that there wasn’t too much resistance. He wasn’t torn anywhere thanks to John’s thorough prep, but his flesh did look pretty irritated purely from how wide it had been forced.
Once on his side, Sherlock squinted his eyes open and whined quietly, one hand sliding across the sheets a little bit to reach for John. “P-pl’g?” He asked groggily, not liking how empty he felt after being so thoroughly stretched open. “Pl’se?”
John shuddered as Sherlock cleaned him up and groaned when they finished. Having caught his breath, he was a bit more coherent than his husband but that was the point of the evening. Feeling Sherlock touch him gently, John listened carefully and tutted. “Oh you greedy little thing, of course I’ll grab the plug. You’ve been such a good boy for me and it’s your birthday.” He leaned over and kissed Sherlock weakly before rolling off the bed to grab their larger plug and cleaning it. Returning and lubing it up, John rubbed Sherlock’s backside gently before placing a kiss on both cheeks and slowly pushing the plug inside.
Sherlock sighed contentedly as he was filled again, more easily and comfortably than before. Though he had absolutely loved what they had done and wouldn’t complain or change it for the world. “Now cuddle.” He demanded once he was full again. His hand reached back to gently grab John’s wrist and tug lightly, trying to get his husband to curl up with him and sleep. He was already halfway there, but the warmth of his husband’s body was missing and he didn’t like the chilly feeling of sweat drying, especially without his human furnace against him to fight off the shivers.
“Of course my liege, anything for you.” John teased and scooted back up the bed as his wrist was pulled. They needed to be cleaned, but for now they could rest. John knew it would be like pulling teeth to get his husband out of bed at the moment. It was also going to be impossible for himself to leave once Sherlock got ahold of him. Adjusting on his side, John pulled Sherlock closer to him and against his chest. Running his fingers through his husband’s hair, John leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes.”
Sherlock snuggled deep into John’s embrace, wrapping arms and legs around his husband and preening under the attention. “Thank you, John.” He whispered quietly. “That was amazing. You’re amazing. I love you.” He tilted his head up just enough to kiss the underside of John’s jaw before heaving a content sigh and closing his eyes for some much needed, much deserved sleep.