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dirtycorzaharkness replied to your post “twerkingsherlocklovebunny replied to your post “why do they make sex…”

I can think of multiple pairings i would headcanon as rich enough to do that. xD So there’s bound to be real people that do?

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Sherlock straightened his tie and took a last look in the mirror, his evening meeting was bound to drag on, as meetings with donors tended to, but he was in too good of a mood to let such little trivialities bother him. He thought about the fact that this would be the first night that John would be with him while talking to the donors, and he wasn’t worried in the least. John was respected, and respectable; even more so, now that Sherlock had bought him a three piece Gucci suit, in soft dove gray, that looked rather impeccable on his military frame. 

He opened up his drawer to take a look at his cuff links, such decisions didn’t generally take thought, but tonight he wanted to do a fair bit more than garner enough money to pay for Mycroft’s little project. No, tonight he wanted to make John squirm a bit. Sherlock smiled at an errant thought of the night when they had sufficiently had enough to drink that they had broadly opened the doors to the underlying tension that seemed to have surrounded them at every turn. 

During that evening, and the subsequent evening since, they had come to a very vital and here-to-fore unrealized aspect of their relationship. 

John Watson was a Submissive at heart. When they had gone through their collective knowledge, and Sherlock had found that his deducing John to be gay virgin, had in fact been incorrect, they further pressed the topic, by undressing each other. But at one point during the evening, Sherlock’s phone had rang, and he had put a hand up and silenced John with a, “Quiet.” And to his utter fascination, John had immediately stopped moving, and put his head down in a very submissive fashion. 

That had been almost three months ago now. There had been many an exploration in their new found private life, and Sherlock was ever the man to press the issue. So here he found himself, searching amidst his cuff-links for the smooth gold square ones, that had the name of the solid gold anal toy that Sherlock had used on John during their first Dominant/Submissive evening. 

“Ah-hah!” he exclaimed, and then put them on. 

He went downstairs expecting to wait for John to finish getting ready, only to find that John was completely prepared, and that he was absolutely impeccable. Sherlock savoured the moment to look at John’s ass, snugly sitting just above the crisp pleated start of the trousers. Taking note that the seamstress had taken the perfect amount of fabric for John’s jacket, that it fit him well enough to hide his tiny bit of tummy, whilst showing the broadness of his shoulders and the firmness of his upper arms. 

“You look dashing, John” Sherlock mentioned, walking forward to check John’s tie and get a closer look at his blogger now lovers, face. He took in the drastic lessening of lines in his forehead, and the fact that John had placed some product into his hair, which gave it both a surprising softness, but firm enough to put it up a bit, making him look 10 years younger.

“You look rather handsome yourself, Sherlock.” John said, smiling into Sherlocks arm when he felt the shyness of the situation warranted his blushing. But to his astonishment he saw the cufflinks. And his face turned a violent shade of pink. 

“Sherlock, you can’t be serious?” He said, reaching out and touching the 18k solid gold cufflinks, and looking pleadingly into Sherlock’s eyes. 

“Oh, John, you know I am always serious.” Sherlock responded with a smirk. 

“But you mustn’t say a word, m’dear. Or there will be punishment aplenty.” he finished, taking his other hand and swiftly bringing it to the back of Johns head and holding him fast. “I will either show you pleasure after this meeting, or I will show you pain… how you play at the meeting will determine your fate.” 

He let go of John’s head, and smiled at John’s look of evident dismay. 

“Yes, William.” John said, referring to the name that Sherlock preferred whilst in scene. 

“Good Soldier.” Sherlock whispered, tonight would be good indeed.

To be Cont…

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