The Subscription (Johnlock)

July

John said goodnight to his last patient and told the nurse he would lock up. He was soon grabbing his messenger bag, and heading for the staff washroom.

The 'treat' came the first week of July with very specific instructions. A set of butt plugs, and a big bottle of expensive lube. He was to start with the smallest, and work up to the biggest, wearing them a couple hours at a time.

Another note came mid month, asking that he put in the biggest plug before he left the office after working night shifts. Wearing it home, and while doing his errands.

This was the fourth time he had worn a butt plug home from the office, watching for Sherlock every step of the way, filled with a mix of arousal, anticipation and dread. Was he really ready for this next step?

The last three times, he had gotten home, and mostly felt regret that Sherlock hadn't shown up. He had masturbated hard, feeling how different it was with the toy still inside, his orgasms more intense than usual on his own.

He hadn't eaten supper, so decided to stop for some take away when he got off the tube. The Thai restaurant was about half full, and the server waved to him in acknowledgement as she rushed past with a tray of food. He had been there often enough they knew he came alone for take away, not to dine there.

"Cashew Chicken or Red Curry?" A man standing nearby asked, reading a menu. He lowered it, grinning at John's shock at finding him there.

"How did you know I'd be in here tonight?" John didn't know if he wanted to punch him or kiss him. Somehow, he often felt like that around this incredible but infuriating man.

Sherlock just grinned, stepping closer. "Come with me." He was dressed simply tonight, in a white dress shirt and dark grey trousers, both perfectly tailored to his slim frame.

The whisper, his cologne, the warmth of his body pressing against John's had him nodding, walking together down the hallway to the washrooms. There were two small rooms off the hallway, and Sherlock steered them into the second one, locking the door behind them.

His kisses were hard and urgent; showing his need for John was just as strong. His hands went down to his ass, giving it a squeeze. "Are you wearing it?" His whisper near John's ear was followed by some light nips to the skin there.

"Yes." John said softly, incredibly turned on.

"And you know what it's for, right?" Sherlock asked, pulling back to look John in the eye.

John took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "To prep me for you to fuck me."

"Do you want that? Are you ready?" Sherlock asked, his hand going down to the front of John's trousers. "Hmmm...you feel quite ready here."

The light touch had John bucking into it. It was scary, but he trusted Sherlock. Knew he'd be gentle and stop if it was too much. He was a very attentive man, reading John so well. He wanted to try it, was really turned on by the idea. He nodded at Sherlock.

Sherlock soon had their trousers off, and squatted to pull down John's briefs. He admired the butt plug, wiggling it a little to see John jump and let out a moan. He pulled it out, putting it into the sink, and pushing lubed fingers into John to finish prepping him.

It felt like the other time Sherlock had done that, and John relaxed a little. It was even better when Sherlock shifted to give him some oral as his fingers played with his prostate. At some point, he added another finger, and John was aroused enough he adjusted to it quickly.

"I'm ready, please, Sherlock..." Waiting any longer would be pure torture. He was still a little nervous, but horny enough to go forward.

Sherlock moved him into a position similar to the prostate exam one. Feet shoulder-width apart, bent over at the waist, supporting himself on the washroom counter. Hearing the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then Sherlock pushing in slowly, giving John time to adjust.