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Enjoy all this smut and Daddy!Greg. I certainly did. Didn't even know I liked the dynamic so much, but I've found that I absolutely adore Greg. Thanks so much stranger! This was a delight.

Stranger: They weren't meant to have sex of course. It was an accident really. They would just have to forget about this, Greg (23) thought as he stared at the bare back of his detective. They had both just been so angry, screaming and getting in each others faces and some how they had ended up here, in bed together panting like animals. "Well, that was...interesting," Gregory managed when he finally caught his breath. How had this happened? How had he let it get this out of control?

You: Enjoying the current sensation that came with an orgasm, perhaps even /multiple orgasms/ (he was foggy given it had all melted together so brilliantly), Sherlock enjoyed the warmth of the other man's bed. Head tipping to the side at the breathy words, the brunet turned slightly to look at the DI before quickly forcing himself to sit up. "Oh, you think it was a mistake." Sherlock began calmly, nipping directly in the bud to keep it from becoming some sympathetic moment or allowing any awkwardness to seep in. "Surprising, but very well. Should I take my walk of shame?"

Stranger: "What?" he asked, "God, it's three in the morning and I just fucked you raw, I'm not letting you walk home or anywhere for that matter," he said addressing that before thinking about what Sherlock had said and wondering if he had imagined the sadness in his voice. "Wait, why is that surprising?" he asked, looking at the man, the only man who had ever been able to drive him that mad. The only person he'd slept with since his divorce, that, at the very least, made him important.

You: Given that his eyes and expressions weren't effected by the shag, Sherlock roll them and gave Greg the most incredulous look he could master. "Do not think that sex will addle my mind or somehow reduce me to nothing but a sore mess, Gr-Lestrade." The brunet rushed, deciding better to keep it professional than... Well, whatever else there was. "It's unimportant anyhow. Now to simply find my clothes-/oh/. There are my trousers." He hummed, easily slipping off the bed and ignoring the other's presence. Quick, clean, and efficient; it was the best way to do it.

Stranger: "Sherlock!" he groaned, not in a pleasant way for the first time that evening, "Look, just take a minute, yeah? I don't think this was a mistake, I just think that it /could/ be one," he said, unsure how to explain his thought processes. He wasn't sure he wanted to, Sherlock would just call him an idiot and leave anyway. "Stop getting dressed!" he half shouted half whined.

You: At the shout, the detect stopped buttoning his trousers and turned around to face the DI. His expression was calm and it certainly didn't give away what he was thinking or feeling. Which was good because he /was/ disappointed. "Go on then. You've got me to stop. Did you expect me to pick up where you left off?" Sherlock inquired, trembling fingers parting unruly knotted curls as he watched the other. "Go on. /Continue/."

Stranger: "This," he said harshly, "This is why this is a mistake, because /you/ are a jerk who won't stop to be sensitive when we need to actually have a grown up conversation for once," he said, shaking his head, "Forget it, if you want to go, just go, I'm not going to beg you to stay."

You: Sherlock didn't move, not immediately. He wasn't used to any of /this/. Which was fine, it seemed that this would be the end of it, but that wasn't okay. He hadn't wanted it to turn into a pity party; /mistakes/ had a way of doing that in concern with him. However, Greg had left the option to stay, and he didn't want to leave. Forgetting the rest of his clothes, he approached the bed and climbed back under the sheets. He didn't touch the DI yet, deciding it better not to push anything too far.

Stranger: "What did you mean it was surprising?" he asked, looking at the ceiling, honestly almost surprised that he had chosen to stay after all that he had just said, he had been expecting him to go and to be left alone. "Did you expect this to happen or something?" he managed, finally turning to look at him.

You: "No, that was why it was surprising." Sherlock answered, having laid down on his side to face the older man. "It would be idiotic of me to say more, but I realize you won't be satisfied until I do... Which is fine as I've prepared myself for the outcome." He mused quietly, tracing the wrinkles in the sheets. "Your words, while muttered in surprise, were also laced with a hint of remorse. As if you hadn't wished it had happened. So, instead of waiting for the inevitable, I decided to cut it all off before anything could arise."

Stranger: "I'm confused, you moron," he said, pulling his legs to his chest, "I know that you're too brilliant to ever be confused so maybe you could pause for a minute and let me catch up," he said, still clearly a bit angry that he had tried to leave. "What did you want to happen, before I said anything?"

You: Frowning at the words, he didn't look up to openly watch the other. "I assumed we would begin an intimate, or romantic, relationship. Well, first, I assumed we would go to sleep... Likely within each other's arms as you seem the type to establish contact with a partner for peace and comfort." Sherlock began, beginning to become more elaborate with his tracings. "What I wanted, however, was to tell you that I would agree to a romantic relationship given that I... That I have had feelings for you ever since you staked out my hospital room when I overdosed. That was what I wished to say."

Stranger: He looked up at him, completely shocked with the intimacy of what he had just admitted, "Really?" he asked, especially shocked that he had said anything about feelings. He knew from the time he met the man that he had cared about him a bit too much but that seemed to be the norm with Sherlock. He was someone that needed to be worried over. He made a noise in the back of his throat, "God, you make me feel like a jerk for thinking this could be a bad idea," he said, glancing down at the bed and swallowing before looking up at him, "It's not going to be easy, you know, we'll need to adjust to a romantic relationship," he said softly, looking up at him again, looking a bit hopeful. ((Brb))

You: "I don't wish you to feel as though you have to do this, Gregory." Sherlock spoke, not bothering to look up. The last words made him feel off, /nervous/, and entirely out of his element. What more could he say? That he would accept because he'd waited so long to hear it? Sherlock Holmes relied heavily on logic, habit, and realism. He didn't believe Greg cared romantically for him at all. Oh, he knew all about the intimacy given how they'd gone at it not too long ago, but this was far too different... "If you are not comfortable with it, we can forget it happened and merely move on."

Stranger: "I don't feel like I have to," he said, shaking his head, a bit confused, "Sherlock, never in a million years did I think you would want this, you always just called me an idiot and moved on, you were married to your work." He shook his head and swallowed, "I think we'll just have to adjust together, okay?"

You: "You were married," Sherlock replied immediately. He looked up then, licking at his chapped lips as he faced the other. "And I lied. Rather than leave it out there, I protected myself because I never-not once-though this might happen." He explained, though he did give a nod. "It's perfectly fine, Gregory... I simply didn't want you to force yourself. We can be as patient with this as you like."

Stranger: He smiled slightly, thinking back on what Sherlock had said about what he had assumed would happen, "Fall asleep in my arms? You wouldn't try to kill me for holding you all night?"

You: Shaking his head, he drew the sheets higher up onto his shoulders and beneath his chin to tuck himself in. "No. I wouldn't kill you for holding my hand, playing with my hair, or kissing me. Though no overly adoring displays of affection in public. The occasional kiss is perfectly acceptable."

Stranger: He chuckled, holding out his arms for the man, "You mean no pinching your arse at crime scenes?" he teased, reaching down and pinching his still clothed arse. "You should lose the trousers, by the way," he said.

You: He gave a great couple swats at Greg's hand before conceding. The trousers were kicked off and forgotten just as he moved into those arms, burying his face in Greg's neck for the moment. "I doubt you would successfully be able to pinch my arse given how think my Belstaf coat is." He mumbled, turning so he could bring his back to Greg's chest.

Stranger: He hummed, "I'm sure I could find a hot enough crime scene that you'd take it off," he smiled, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss on his neck, "We ought to go over rules."

You: "No pet names," he muttered immediately, leaning and pressing further into Greg. "Excluding Sunshine. That one is perfectly acceptable and you've used it for many years now."

Stranger: He found it was easier than he expected to hold Sherlock so close, "No dating, kissing, or touching other people even if it's for a case without permission," he said, smiling slightly, "Sunshine," he said, kissing him again.

You: "Touching? You aware that I do, in fact, need to touch... Unless you mean sexually, then I doubt such a thing would arise." He chuckled, unable to keep from smiling at the endearment and kiss. "Will we be having sex, or will we be taking that slowly...?"

Stranger: "Hm, I'll say slowly but chances are I'll have to have you again quite soon," he murmured, licking his lips, "Any fantasies or kinks I ought to know about?"

You: Turning slightly, he looked back at the other with a deep satisfied grin. "I'm open to everything, but I assume that you certainly have a kink or fantasy... What are they? Perhaps we can make a game about accomplishing them, hmn?"

Stranger: He chuckled, blushing slightly, "I've got quite a list and I'm sure some of them you won't want to try," he said, nuzzling him, "Why don't we start with simple things, I like having control which you didn't seem to mind before. Where are your sensitive spots?"

You: "You mean to tell me you don't know after that sensation...?" He teased, though easily giving in and turning to grasp Greg's hand to guide it. "Here," he answered, putting Greg's hand at his hip, up by his rib, the backend side of his neck, his collar bone, and at his lower back, just right and the curve of his arse. "Tell me your kinks anyhow. If you're into BDSM, Gregory, it's perfectly acceptable and I would enjoy it."

Stranger: He smirked slightly, "We'll take our time and build up to it," he said, moving to kiss the sensitive spot he had pointed to on his neck, "And you can always tell me if there's something you want to try or something we've done that you don't like, okay?" he asked.

You: Shuddering at the kiss, he moved the man's hand lower to his arse. "I like being restrained; not every time. Sometimes physical, vocal is quite enjoyable, and I do like to ride. Public sex interests me, but I'm not so far into exhibitionism that I would wish to do it in front of a group." He began, looking up at Greg now that they were facing each other. "What is a kink you would like to mix in soon?"

Stranger: "Public sex? Really?" he hummed, smiling slightly as he thought of possibilities, "You're going to have to learn to be a bit quieter if we're going to try that anytime soon," he murmured, "What about... I like being called Sir or even Daddy. I like giving orders, watching you do as I say. We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Sherlock," he said, feeling himself blush as he admitted that.

You: "Daddy..." He tried out on his tongue before snorting. "It's perfect, I would love to call you that, Gregory." He hummed, leaning up to kiss the man deeply. "So, you're a dom, hmn?" He asked, running his hands up and down Greg's chest. "I admit that I can become rather kinky, so this should all work for the better. Maybe, if we do try public sex, you'll have to gag me? Would that be acceptable?"

Stranger: He shivered at the thought, leaning in and kissing him hard, "God, you're lovely," he whispered against his mouth. "Do you have anymore rules?" he asked softly.

You: Purring into the kiss, her wrapped his arms around the DI's neck and slotted their bodies further together. At the inquiry, Sherlock paused, but not for very long. "Not that I can think of, /Daddy/." He hummed, batting his lashed to feign innocence.

Stranger: He felt something pool in his stomach, god, he didn't even care if Sherlock was just humouring him, "Fuck, don't call me that unless you want me to rip off all your clothes and have you right then and there."

You: "Considering I'm not wearing clothes, I believe you're already half way there..." He teased, kissing over Greg's mouth towards his jaw and neck. "You should tell me to stop now, Sir, and then we can go to bed... If not, I want to go again, Daddy."

Stranger: He groaned, leaning in to kiss him, hard, "You know, I was married to my ex wife for ten years and never, not once, did I tell her any of that," he whispered, his hand going to the man's hair to pull him closer.

You: Moaning softly at the kiss, as well as the words, he rolled his hips into Greg's and smiled. "I would have found out eventually, but I am rather delighted that I didn't have to surprise you... Makes it far more fun."

Stranger: He smiled pulling the man closer, moving so that he was pulled on top, "You said you'd like to ride me?" he hummed rolling his hips up teasingly.

You: Leaning back, he straddled Greg's hips and ground down with a content sigh. "Yes..." He murmured, before an idea came into his head. Biting down on his lower lip, he played the role of a blushing virgin and gave a soft squirm. "If I have Daddy's permission, then I would like to... Please, Daddy?"

Stranger: Some part of him wanted to resist and give a playful order but right now he was just so thrilled that Sherlock was playing along that he could barely contain himself, "Yes, baby, you have my permission," he said, his hand coming to the man's hip.

You: Unable to stop the tremble from wracking his body, he leaned down and kissed at Greg's mouth softly before leaning over to the nightstand to get some lube. He wanted it to be slick and sloppy. "We're almost out of lube, Daddy..." Sherlock frowned, showing the bottle and the amount of lube. Spreading lube onto his fingers, Sherlock lifted up slightly allowing the sheet to fall from his alabaster form before he began to slip his fingers inside to stretch himself more.

Stranger: Greg watched in complete awe as Sherlock stretched himself for him, this was better than anything he could have conjured up in his mind. "I'll make sure to get more, beautiful," he whispered, running his hands over his flesh.

You: Smiling down almost shyly, he continued to spread himself, waiting patiently and ensuring he was perfectly slick before reaching down. He stopped before he touched Greg's cock, obviously about to ask for permission. "Can I, Daddy?"

Stranger: He was practically breathless and so he just nodded, watching him with wide and expectant eyes.

You: Sherlock held Greg's cock gingerly in his hand as he repositioned himself to take it. Once in position, he slowly lowered himself, giving a low whine as he took inch by inch in. "You're so big, Daddy..."

Stranger: "And you're so tight, baby," he gasped, pulling him down and kissing him hard, feeling his body shudder with Sherlock.

You: Moaning into the kiss, Sherlock moved his hands up to Greg's Shoulder to hold on as he raised his hips and brought them back down. He kept the pace slow, enjoying how the man's cock slid in and out so easily.

Stranger: He didn't actually know how long he would be able to hold on like this, this was so different. This was so perfect, "Sherlock," he whimpered.

You: "Daddy," he frowned, kissing Greg's cheek before his lips. "Am I doing something wrong, Daddy?" He inquired, knowing full well otherwise. He picked his pace of slightly, worrying over his bottom lip as he leaned back. "Is this better, Daddy...?"

Stranger: "Fuck," he gasped, not expecting Sherlock to know how to work him so well so soon, "Oh, fucking hell, Sherlock, baby," he moaned, slamming his hips up to meet his.

You: Whining at the slam, he tossed his head back, fingers digging into Greg's flesh lightly. "/Oh/, Daddy, it... It feels so good when you do that." He whimpered, dropping his hips down harder to seek those rough thrusts again.

Stranger: He kept it up after that going until he felt himself beginning to snap, "Sherlock, I'm-fuck, oh-I'm close!"

You: The good thing about being on top was that he could control the angle, which meant Sherlock had been hitting his prostate dead on from nearly the beginning. He was already a ragged moaning mess, trying to fuck him to completion. He'd been holding off, but hearing Greg's words, he whimpered and dug his nails in harder. "D-Daddy, I can't hold it in... Daddy, please. /Please/, can I cum?"

Stranger: "Oh, God, yes!" he screamed, feeling something in his gut snap as he screamed, releasing into the man.

You: At the permission, Sherlock spilled over, clenching around the man with a sharp cry. He couldn't stop from whimpering after, dropping down to bury his face in Greg's neck.

Stranger: He was breathing hard, panting and completely pleased with himself, "God you're gorgeous," he murmured.

You: "Thank you, Daddy." Sherlock smiled, unable to catch his own breath as he plastered himself to the man. "It was all very fun..."

Stranger: He didn't bother trying to pull out of him, in fact he rather liked the feeling of being inside him, "Is this what you envisioned, falling asleep in my arms?" he teased, running his finger down his lover's spine and smiling brightly with a breathless laugh.

You: Laughing at the tease, he tipped his head back just enough to kiss Greg. "No, but it is far better.. I believe you've exhausted me, Gregory, and in the best way possible. I do look forward to waking up and having breakfast with you." He hummed, his words beginning to slur.

Stranger: He hummed, finally pulling out of him, knowing it would not be good to sleep like that no matter how wonderful it felt, "Goodnight, my sunshine," he said, kissing him softly.

You: Sherlock was far gone before the kiss could register. He heard the words, felt the warmth of the man's lips, but couldn't bring himself to reply. He fell asleep quickly, becoming a limp octopus as he attached himself to Greg.

Stranger: Greg couldn't help but smile as he drifted off with him, hand loosely wrapped around his waist.

You: Waking up warm and content, Sherlock wiggled slightly and pressed his face deeper into Greg's neck. He didn't particularly care what time it was, so long that he was comfortable, warm, and enjoying every last bit of it. Except one tiny deciding factor in his bladder. "/Greg/," he whined, wiggling to slip away.

Stranger: Greg groaned, releasing him and rolling over, easily letting the man go but clearly expecting him to come back.

You: Getting up quickly, Sherlock rushed to the bathroom, sighing softly once he finally cleared his bladder and washed both his hands and his face. He returned directly after, moving so that he could plaster himself to the man's side.

Stranger: "Your hands are cold," he whispered, yawning slightly as he adjusted himself to the man's new position.

You: "You could warm em up." He replied, kissing Greg's shoulder and neck. "Or you could warm my entire body up... Though I would suggest breakfast first."

Stranger: He hummed smiling slightly, "Breakfast," he murmured, leaning forward and beginning to nibble on Sherlock's shoulder, "Yummy," he mumbled against his flesh.

You: Inhaling sharply, he pressed into Greg. "If we don't eat, we won't have the energy for anything more." He remarked, though even he was debating on going for a late breakfast, maybe even a lunch, instead.

Stranger: He finally pulled away enough to clear his head, "Yes, yes, food, energy, then sex." He barely opened his eyes as he sat up.

You: Pouting slightly, he moved up, leaning against Greg. "Should I start on the coffee?" He inquired, kissing the man's cheek before he stood up.

Stranger: "Yes, good," he hummed, smiling slightly, "Coffee good," he murmured.

You: Chuckling, Sherlock walked into the kitchen, not caring for his nudity, and began to go through the cupboards and drawers. Just familiarizing himself with everything before he started on coffee. Given there wasn't much to eat, he ordered in, fixed the DI his mug, and returned to the bedroom with it in hand. "Fifteen minutes."

Stranger: "Fifteen minutes for what?" he asked, looking up at the beautiful man from his odd position where he had fallen back asleep.

You: "Breakfast." He scoffed, climbing onto the bed to give Greg a deep kiss. "Come now, take your coffee." He hummed, holding the mug out.

Stranger: "Hm," he hummed taking the mug and smelling it, opening his eyes a bit more, "God, you're wonderful, have I ever told you you're wonderful?"

You: "Yes, several times, but do continue. My ego enjoys it greatly." Sherlock chuckled, leaning back in the bed to lay down. He watched Greg curiously, deciding to wait before bringing up sex again.

Stranger: "Your ego needs little encouragement," he teased, smirking as he took a sip of the coffee and moaning slightly. "I'm getting too old to have sex more than twice in 24 hours," he said, looking at the man with a smile, "But hell, I'm willing to risk a heart attack."

You: Smirking, he dragged his fingers through his hair and relaxed. "I want to do a session this time." He spoke, waiting to be sure Greg had swallowed whatever bit of coffee he'd taken. "I think you should tell me another one of your kinks."

Stranger: Greg was thankful not to have the hot liquid in his mouth, though he still coughed a bit, "Really but we just started with..." he shook his head, looking Sherlock over. "What about yours?"

You: "I told you several of mine." He smiled, arching his back. "Do you have any sex toys, Gregory?" He inquired next, licking his lips at the thought. He decided to wait before entertaining any ideas as of yet.

Stranger: "I... I have some, in the closet," he said, clearing his throat, "Though... I could tie you up, use my ties... take care of you."

You: Brightening at the suggestion, Sherlock sat up and beamed. "You would tie me up? Would you blindfold me? Or gag me...?"

Stranger: "Anything you want," he said, loving the way his lover seemed to perk up, "I'll do whatever you want, last night was about me... this morning will be about you."

You: He moved Greg's hands to the side so he could climb into the man's lap. "I want you to tie me up, I'll let you decide to gag me or blindfold me." He hummed, kissing Greg's cheek. "And maybe use one of your toys on me. No preference."

Stranger: "Blindfold, I'm much too fond of your voice and responses for now," he said softly, smiling as he kissed him tenderly, "Besides, until we know each other's bodies a bit better, I want you to be able to tell me to stop if you want me to."

You: "Of course," Sherlock purred, nipping at Greg's lips before soothing the sting away with an affectionate kiss. "We've five minutes till the food arrives, you ought to get dressed, Daddy." The brunet teased, easily sliding out of his lap and outside of reach.

Stranger: He whined, pulling on his trousers from the night before and finding a tshirt, "My ties are in the closet as well, pick your favorites," he murmured.

You: Bouncing with excitement, Sherlock moved to the closet and picked out the ties similar in color. Once sure, he found Greg's toy chest and removed it, but waited for permission to rifle through it.

Stranger: "Go on then, I'll go get the door," he murmured, winking at the man and giving his arse a pat before sighing at the doorbell, going to retrieve the food.

You: Sherlock dug in eagerly, opening the box to peer into its many contents. He wasn't sure what Greg would have in there, but he did have a few ideas.

Stranger: He wandered back into the room with the food, wondering what Sherlock had ordered and more importantly which toy he would have picked. They would have to go shopping for more if this was something Sherlock wanted to do often.

You: He hadn't picked anything as of yet, and he'd decided to go with simple Chinese food. He knew Greg liked it, so why not simply that? "I picked your favorites, as well as mine."

Stranger: He chuckled, "Well I've never had Chinese food for breakfast, but why not? We're doing a lot of firsts, aren't we?" he teased.

You: "Yes, I suppose we are..." Sherlock smiled, trying to figure out what toy he wanted to use when there were so many of them. "Is there one you've wanted to try out...?"

Stranger: He smiled slightly looking at his lover, "No, I mostly just use the cock ring when I feel like torturing myself, you pick something, you'd be the first to try it out."

You: Licking his lips, he picked up a cock ring and then a small plug. "What about these? After you fill me up, you can keep it all in place."

Stranger: "Do you not want to come then? You won't if I put that on you," he said, coming up behind his lover, kind of enjoying how he was dressed and Sherlock wasn't.

You: "But you would let me cum eventually, wouldn't you?" He inquired, beginning to shift on his knees, as if he were squirming in place.

Stranger: "Hm, depends, are you my good boy?" he asked, running his fingers through his own hair as he looked over the man.

You: Blushing at the question, he nodded, leaning forward. "Of course, Daddy... I promise to be good, Sir."

Stranger: He hummed again, leaning down, his mouth hovering just above his own, "Then maybe I'll let you cum, if you're very, /very/ good to Daddy."

You: Sherlock wanted to lean in for a kiss, but he remained where he was, just waiting a bit. "Then I want to use it, Daddy... If that's okay?"

Stranger: "Of course it is, baby," he said softly, kissing him slowly.

You: Returning the kiss, Sherlock hummed and reached up to hold onto the other male. "Are we going to eat then, Daddy?"

Stranger: He nodded, "Yeah baby, we should eat," he whispered, wanting nothing more than to continue kissing him. "You ordered from my favorite place," he said, looking over Sherlock, "Lucky guess or I'm assuming you deduced it?"

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