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Sherlock had a key to Greg's flat, it wasn't weird, after all it was better than breaking in everytime he needed something.
"Sherlock, hi." Greg was surprised to see the boy sitting on the couch. "Did something happen?"
Sherlock didn't respond, just looked at him with a little pout.
"Mate?" Lestrade sat by his side and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I didn't want to be alone." He replied, a little ashamed.
It had happened a few times and Greg could only learn from it, his friend always depended on him even if he didn't say so.
"That's okay, 'lock. I was thinking about ordering food, Chinese?" Greg asked and Sherlock nodded.
When the food arrived they both ate in silence while Sherlock watched a video on his phone, something about bees. Lestrade knew that eating was hard for the young man, he needed to be concentrated on something else rather than the food itself.
"Sorry." Holmes apologized when he finished his meal.
"Mmh?"
"For being rude, I know people don't like it when I'm on the phone while we're eating."
"Nope, I don't mind. I am happy you could finish your whole meal, good boy." Greg smiled as he took both of his empty plates and put them in the sink. "Are you staying here tonight? Your things are on the bathroom."
It wasn't weird for Sherlock to stay over, although most of the time he broke in the older man was already sleeping and only realized in the morning when he noticed the slim body on the couch. The third time it happened Greg bought a toothbrush, a comb and a towel for Sherlock.
"Does it bother you if I stay?"
"Not at all, tomorrow's my day off anyways." Greg finished washing the plates and sighed. "Couch or bed?"
"Couch is fine, thanks."
They both got ready for bed, saying good night and turning the lights off.
03:00 am
"Mmh?" Greg let out a little groan when he felt a voice softly calling his name.
"Greg." Sherlock whispered.
"Sherl, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just- uhf, I couldn't sleep."
The young man was shaking, cold and nervous.
"Okay, come here." Lestrade made him climb onto bed and let him hug his torso. "Try to rest."
After a few minutes Greg could feel how Sherlock played with his shirt and rubbed his head against his chest, he was stimming.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Lestrade whispered against his curls. "I can almost feel you think."
"Liar." Sherlock replied.
"You say you hear me think." Greg protested.
"Yes, but I'm me."
"Okay, Mr. Genius." Lestrade laughed. "Care to tell me what you're thinking?"
"I'm thinking about you. Well, your ex-wife." Sherlock admitted.
"My ex?"
"Yes, why she would cheat. You're not boring, you don't stick to unnecessary routines, you don't ignore other people's feelings and you're quite kind." Sherlock started to list the facts. "I only have two theories, either you have a bad habit or you're horrible at sex. But again, I know you, know you don't have any bad habit besides being a bit of a workaholic."
"Some people just cheat, Sherlock." Greg pulled back a little to look into his eyes.
"You're bad at sex, right?" The detective insisted on the matter.
"I can assure you, I'm not." Greg smirked.
"Maybe you don't know, maybe you think you're good but you're horrible. Maybe you can't even satisfy your partners." Sherlock lifted one eyebrow, teasing the man in front of him. "Tell me, what do you do when you have sex?"
"Oh, I'm not telling you that."
"Then I won't believe you."
"Alright, okay." Greg wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist and looked at his eyes, eyes full of curiosity.
"Go on."
"I start kissing everywhere I can, lips, neck, nipples, thighs. I give little bites and I love when my partner's skin is pale and I can mark them, seeing red and purple as a sign of them belonging to me." Greg smiled a little seeing Sherlock's face blush. "Then I eat them out, using my tongue to make them moan for me. Getting my tongue inside them, rubbing it against their clit."
Sherlock squirmed a little feeling himself getting aroused, he hoped Greg didn't notice.
"I make them cum over and over again, fuck, even squirt on my tongue. I make them whimper until all they can think about is my cock and me." The Detective inspector shifted closer to Sherlock, feeling the tension on his body. "Then I get my fingers inside them, sometimes I make them suck on my fingers but good boys are usually already wet for me."
Sherlock whined and pressed his thighs together, he was getting really wet hearing the older man's words.
"Aren't they, Sherlock?" Greg smiled putting a knee between the detective's legs, making him gasp and grind himself on it. "Then I fuck you with two fingers, I make you beg for it. I let you fuck yourself on my fingers and see how pathetic you look, how badly you need to be filled and fucked."
"Mmhf- Oh, ah fuck." Sherlock hid his face on Greg's chest, he could feel his wetness slipping through his boxers.
"When I fuck you I pull your hair, I make you look at me." Lestrade grabbed his curls and made him moan. "I make you look at me as I fill you and fuck, we don't even need lube because you're fucking dripping. You are getting my cock so nice and wet."
"Greg- Fuck, Greg." Sherlock tried hiding his face again but the older man just grabbed him by the hair and made him put his head on the pillow while he got on top of him, between his legs.
"What's wrong, sunshine?" He pretended he didn't know, like he didn't felt the wet stain on his pijamas and he didn't heard the pathetic whines of Sherlock. "Tell me, Sherlock."
"I'm-I'm so wet, nnh!" The detective cried out while taking Greg's hips and making him grind against him. "Aahn."
"Shit, s-shit, 'lock." The older man moaned and pressed closer to him, rubbing his groin against Sherlock's.
"Aah, kiss me." The detective spread his legs and wrapped his arms around Greg's neck.
The older man kissed him dirty, all tongue and teeth making both of them gasp and moan against each other. Sherlock whined, feeling overwhelmed and aroused. Greg started kissing his jaw and then his neck, he gave a little lick and the young man started squirming.
"S-sensitive." He explained, but Greg kept biting and sucking, making sure to mark the pale skin of his lover. "F-fu...! aahn, w-wait that's nnh."
"Mmh, Is that good?" Greg asked sinking his teeth on the skin again.
"F-fuck yes, yes!" Sherlock moaned and the older man thought it was really cute to see him lose all his grasp on the English language and be reduced to "Yes" and "Fuck".
Greg took off Sherlock's shirt and kissed his shoulders, his nipples, his scars and bit down on the side of his body. A tongue came to lick along the waistband of his boxers and two fingers threatened to take it off, waiting for a response.
"Please, please I need you." Sherlock voice was high pitched and needy.
"I'm here, baby. I'll take care of you." Greg took his boxers off and hissed at the beautiful sight of Sherlock's glistening cunt, pretty and pink. "So wet already, so good."
"Please, your mouth. Please, sir?"
Greg Lestrade never thought it would be so erotic to hear the detective beg and call him "sir".
"Beg me a little more, baby boy." He replied and touched his entrance with two fingers, just teasing.
"I c-can't anymore, please! I need you hhnf. I swear I'll be so good f-for you, please." Sherlock started becoming desperate. "Please, daddy."
"Oh, fuck." Greg moaned at the name and lowered his face to Sherlock's crotch. "Daddy's got you."
Lestrade's tongue started rubbing at Sherlock's clit, making him whine and buck his hips up. A little more force was applied and Greg felt his chin getting wet. He let the detective rub against his tongue and let him have his own rhythm.
"Nnhf, that's s-so good." Sherlock moaned and Greg slid his tongue down and started fucking him with it. "Aahn!"
The younger man gave a silent moan as he fucked himself on Greg's tongue, not used to this kind of pleasure he quickly started pulling away.
"It's alright, you did so good." Greg praised and gave a little kiss to his thigh.
"No, please. I w-want it but I never had an orgasm before, I need it. Please, make me take it." Sherlock gasped when he felt the kisses to his clit. "Just, cuff me if necessary. Make me take it, daddy."
"I have a better idea, come here." Greg flipped their positions, Sherlock on top of him now. "Do you want to suck my cock while I suck you?"
Sherlock immediately nodded and turned over. Greg pulled his pijamas and boxers down and let his cock jump on his stomach, Sherlock grabbed it with one hand and moaned when he felt his arse being pulled back towards Greg's face. He looked at the detective inspector's cock and thought there was no way it was going to fit inside his mouth, thick and big and hard.
"Sit on my face, baby." Lestrade ordered and Sherlock obeyed, gasping as he felt the tongue lapping at his cunt.
The younger man started opening his mouth and taking Greg's cock in his mouth, fitting only the head inside and swirling the tongue around it. It was messy, hot and he liked it. He could barely fit it inside his mouth, lack of experience and Greg's size making it more difficult.
"Hhnf..." Greg moaned against Sherlock and started fucking him with his tongue.
Sherlock made his jaw go slack and started taking Greg inside his mouth, drooling all over his cock. Lestrade started working his tongue over his clit and made him pull out and whine.
"W-wait, wait! Aahnf." Sherlock started squirming on top of him. "D-daddy, ow fuck!"
One of Greg's hand came down to push Sherlock's head against his cock and make him take it again.
"Daddy's going to make you cum, but you have to be a good boy and keep drooling on my cock."
The older man grabbed Sherlock's arse and push him down on his face, successfully fucking him with his tongue. The younger man couldn't help but gag and moan at the cock inside his mouth, spit running down his chin and some tears threatening to fall down his cheeks.
"Mmhf, mmhf, mmh!" He started giving little desperate moans and tried pulling away, but Greg grabbed him and pinned him in place. "G-goin' dah- pwease!"
Sherlock started squirming and panting as he felt the orgasm come dangerously close.
"Goin' cum, g-going to cum. Ah, ah, ah! Feels a-so weird, ahn." His back arched when he felt a little rush of fluid coming out of him and his orgasm hitting him like a train. "F-fff, aah!"
Greg kept using his tongue and Sherlock gave a little whimper at the overstimulation, he tried pulling away but Greg grabbed him and kept rubbing his clit with his tongue. The young detective gave a little sob feeling a hint of pain mix with the pleasure.
"Fuck, good boy. So good, 'lock." Lestrade praised and grabbed the boy to lay him down on the bed, getting on top of him and looking at his dazed expression. "Mmh, you're really out of it."
"Please, kiss." Sherlock whispered and Greg complied, giving a kiss where they could taste spit and slick. "Mmh, filthy, I like it."
The older man smiled and gave a little nip to his lip.
"Rest now, sunshine. I'll clean us up in the morning."
"No, wait!" Sherlock wrapped his legs around him. "You're not gonna fuck me, daddy?"
"You've been a good boy, sunshine. I'm okay if you don't want it now, I have no desire to do something we both can't enjoy." Greg kissed his forehead.
"But I really, really want you. I want to feel you inside me, I-I need to be fucked." Sherlock whined and complained. "I need you to cum inside me."
"You fucking filthy boy, shit." Greg had to fist his cock to calm himself. "You need me, baby?"
"Need you, daddy. I need you to be rough with me and I need to feel your cum dripping out of my hole." Sherlock didn't miss the way the dirty talk made Greg shiver.
"Keep talking to me, sunshine." The older man started pressing a finger inside him, slowly. "Have you ever been fucked before?"
"No, you're my first. I've only used my fingers twice..."
"Mmh, good boy." Greg pressed his finger inside and cursed at how tight Sherlock was. "How's that?"
"It's-It's weird but it's not bad. I like it when it hurts a little, another one?"
"You're going to kill me, 'lock." Lestrade pressed another finger in and stopped when he felt Sherlock whimper.
"Aauh! Y-your fingers are bigger than mine." The younger man clenched around him and hissed. "Mmhm!"
"Shh, I've got you. Come here." Greg started kissing his neck, making him squirm and gasp. "Daddy's going to make it all feel better."
Sherlock grabbed Greg's hair as he bit his neck and pushed his fingers deeper, a particularly hard bite made him lift his hips and the fingers slipped all the way into him.
"Aaah!"
"Shit, sorry." Greg worried and looked for his lips to give little kisses. "Do you need me to pull out?"
"N-no, fuck no." Sherlock kissed him back and started shifting his hips, trying to chase his own pleasure. The older man gave a little thrust and Sherlock moaned. "Y-yes!"
"If it's too much you just let me know and I'll stop, okay?"
Sherlock nodded and spread his legs even further.
"Come on, daddy. Fuck me with your fingers."
Greg started thrusting, a little rough. Sherlock gasped and the older man kissed him, messy and wet just like they liked it. The younger man's hips started thrusting against his fingers and Greg took it as a sign to start a faster rhythm.
"Fff- aah!" Sherlock cried out feeling himself go crazy with pleasure. "More, more!"
"Fuck yourself on my fingers, sunshine. Show daddy how badly you want it." Greg stared at Sherlock's face, mouth hanging open, red cheeks and furrowed eyebrows. "Come on, you filthy boy."
Sherlock started moving his hips and meeting Greg's thrusts, a fast rhythm that made him feel breathless.
"T-that's ahnh- That's all you've g-got?" Sherlock teased and regretted as soon as he was being pinned by the throat and fucked without mercy. "Hnnfh!!"
"Take it, f-fucking take it." The older man watched how Sherlock's eyes filled with tears and he gave desperate moans. "You wanted me to be rough? Now fucking take it."
"D-daddy! I'm g-going- aah, I'm going to c-cum." Sherlock started scratching at Greg's neck and clenching hard around his fingers. "Aah, ahn, ah!"
"Oh no, not yet." The older man pulled his fingers out and gave a little smirk.
"No!" Sherlock cried out.
"The only way you're coming tonight is on my cock." Greg brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them. "You taste so good."
"D-dont do that." Sherlock closed his eyes, embarrassed.
"Why not? You are mine, I get to taste every part of you." Greg grabbed him by the throat and made him open his eyes and gasp in surprise, he took this opportunity to spit on Sherlock's tongue and make him moan. "Swallow."
The younger man complied and blushed.
"That felt s-so dirty, uhng." He gave Greg a little kiss and smiled. "I'm ready for you to fuck me, daddy."
"Good boy, same as before, if it's too much don't be afraid to tell me."
Lestrade grabbed Sherlock's thigh and the other hand grabbed his cock, he started rubbing his head against Sherlock's hole and fuck, even after being fucked by two fingers it seemed like he was incredibly tight.
"I'm not going to break." Sherlock complained but his body said the complete opposite, hands shaking and body tense.
"Shut up." Greg used his other hand to rub at his clit and make him relax. "Open up for me."
Greg started to slid inside very carefully, Sherlock holding his shoulders trying to breathe. When he got half of his cock inside him the younger man made high pitched noise.
"J-just uhhf... Just do it, it's going to hurt anyways." Sherlock bit his lip and closed his eyes.
"Okay, sunshine." Greg kissed his cheek and hid his face on his neck as he gave one sharp thrust, sliding all the way in.
Sherlock mouth fell open with a silent moan, the pain mixing with the pleasure and making him sweat. Greg caressed his face and put two fingers inside his mouth, trying to distract him.
"Suck on daddy's fingers, 'lock. Be a good boy for me, hmm?"
The young detective opened his eyes and started drooling, using his tongue to lick at Greg's fingers. The older man started thrusting inside his mouth and very carefully he gave a experimental thrust of his hips.
"Nnah..." The moan was muffled by his fingers. "A-again, ddhadhy."
Greg started moving and smiled when he saw the confused face of his lover, confused at this new pleasure he was feeling.
He took his fingers out and grabbed his hips to start thrusting deep inside him
"I f-feel you here." He moaned putting a hand on his belly. "I can feel it."
"Sherlock, fuck. Don't fucking say stuff like that." The older man groaned and gave a couple of rough thrusts.
"It's true! Feel here, daddy." Greg put a hand on Sherlock's normally flat belly and gasped when he felt the shape of his cock working in and outside of him. "S-so big, so big, so big!"
And something on those moans made Lestrade feel like his only purpose on life was to reduce Sherlock Holmes to a filthy cockslut. He couldn't help but be rough, couldn't help to fuck like he wanted it to hurt. He wanted to see Sherlock cry, wanted to mark, bite and claim.
"Fucking mine, Sherlock. Mine and only mine." Greg whispered and Sherlock whined starting to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, maybe I should start a blog. Tell everyone how b-badly you need cock and how much you love mine."
And Sherlock wanted to reply, wanted to be smart about it but his brain seemed to only think "Daddydaddyminedaddyminedaddy" and he was soon reduced to a moaning mess.
"Oh, did I fuck you silly? Nnhg, can't even think. It's alright, pretty boys like you don't need to think." Greg grabbed his legs and put them over his shoulders, fucking even deeper into him. "Boys like you only need to be a pretty little hole for daddy."
Sherlock almost came from the words, being treated like he was nothing but a warm hole to fuck. A silly little boy desperate for cock. The young detective started scratching and Greg's back and hiding his face on the pillow, he was sobbing and begging and babbling.
"You're fucking dripping, sunshine." Greg moaned and brought one hand to pin Sherlock to the bed by the throat. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, nnhf."
And it was too much, Sherlock whined as tears fell down his cheek. Everything was so good.
"Goin-Go-going to! Ahn, ah, ff-ah. Dadd- fuck! Going t-to cum, going to cum, mmh!" Every word was interrupted by moans and Sherlock couldn't help but feel a weird as his second orgasm came close. "F-fill me, aahn breed me and fill me!"
"Ah-Ahn, so close. I'm going to cum inside, fuck. Going to be full of my cum, take it, take it-" Greg stopped pinning his throat and decided to pull his hair instead, lightly.
"P-pwease, oh fuck! Please I-I need-" Sherlock gasped at the sharp thrusts given by his lover.
"Yes, yes-fuck, do it, sunshine."
Sherlock closed his eyes and his mouth opened with a broken moan, voice whiny from all the moaning he'd been doing. He squirmed and arched his back and holy fuck, he clenches hard around Greg and even squirts a little as the orgasm hits him. Greg fucks him through it, not even giving him room to breathe.
"A-almost there, sunshine. Fuck, fuck." Greg moans and gives three deep thrusts before filling Sherlock and making him cry out with overstimulation.
"F-fuck that's so good!" Sherlock gave a desperate whine when Greg pulled out and felt the cum dripping down his cunt and down his cheeks. "D-don't let it out, daddy!"
Greg started fingering his cum back into Sherlock's body.
"Do you want to keep my cum inside you? Be warm and wet for me." Greg put Sherlock's legs down and laid down besides him.
"Yes, I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow."
"Fuck, Sherlock. You're going to kill me talking like that." Greg smiled and grabbed his discarded pijamas to clean Sherlock's sweat from his body. "Did you prove your point, sunshine?"
"No, you did." Sherlock smiled and laid his head on Greg's chest. "Some people just cheat."
And before the older man could give him any shit for being mistaken Sherlock was already asleep in his arms. Greg could only smile and accept it. He gave Sherlock a little kiss on his forehead and let sleep come for him.