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A four-door silver car pulled up before a flat, and a couple got out. One man was short and had greying blond hair, Doctor John Watson and the other was a salt-pepper-haired man who was taller, Greg Lestrade. 

Greg taught secondary school, teaching year eleven students. One of them had been trying to seduce him for a year. Greg had been fending off his advances, and his husband knew it. 

“Can’t you just tell his parents?” John asked, “They can do something, right?”

Greg groaned, “No, he is raised by his older brother. The man isn’t the least bit concerned.”

John growled, “I am worried he will go too far, like break into our flat. We have enough stuff to work out without someone else causing problems.”

Since John left for his last deployment, the marriage had been rocky, and Greg withdrew since John got home months earlier. John unlocked the door and went in as Greg followed behind. Greg barely got in the door before he heard John yell for him.

Greg went into the den and stood taken back as he saw a tall, lithe brunette with curly hair on his couch wearing nothing. John looked at Greg and said, “Is that him?”

Greg nodded, “Yes, you have met Sherlock Holmes.”

Sherlock smirked, looking over both men, “The army doctor doesn’t mind. It’s been a while.”

John looked at Sherlock, rolling his eyes, nearly growling, “Greg, get him out of here.”

John went to the kitchen to get a drink. Greg walked over to Sherlock, taking a deep breath as he gave him a blanket. Sherlock put it over himself, “Sherlock, I have said no, you need to leave.”

Sherlock grinned, “But you want to say yes. So I assume he’s your partner- a good-looking man, too.” Sherlock winked. Greg deeply breathed, “You two have been having some trouble… it would be best if you had a little more excitement in the bedroom. Maybe a bit more help than that.”

John entered the den with a glass of wine, shaking his head as Greg was speechless and frustrated. John walked over, still annoyed, “I don’t know how you can tell that, but you don’t seem to accept the answer no.”

Sherlock looked at John, making eye contact, “We both know he wants me, and you like to watch.”

John asked Greg, “What is it about him?”

“He’s a high-functioning sociopath, which translates to anti-social genius.” Greg said, “He a show off.”

Sherlock smiled proudly as John looked back at Sherlock, deciding to humour this situation, “Before I find a way to kick you out, clothes on or not, I am curious how you know all this. I mean, I haven’t said anything.”

“You didn’t have to when you saw me; your pupils dilated. You two haven’t been intimate with each other in some time—four years, at least. In most cases, the excitement is gone, which is typical for many marriages. That’s where you two will be headed if something doesn’t change. I doubt John’s deployments help. Army Doctor, having earned the rank of Captain recently.” Sherlock rambled off. “Though what caused your problems isn’t typical reasons. Your sex life isn’t dull.”

Greg groaned, “Is that all?”

John smiled, “Amazing. Here, I thought you knew nothing.”

John caught Greg and Sherlock off guard, “That’s not what people usually say.”

Greg nodded, “How utterly surprising,” 

“Deal with this, or you'll be sleeping in the car,” John said, heading down the hall to the master bedroom where he slept. John pulled his phone out, turning on a stopwatch. 

Greg sighed, wanting to pursue his husband; he turned back to Sherlock. “My home! It’s one thing to do in public, but in my home with my husband here!”

Sherlock didn’t say anything. Pulling the blanket off, showing his slender frame, he walked up to the man, tracing his hand along Greg’s chin and making eye contact. The teenager moved closer, leaning in softly, placing his lips to Greg’s. The detective almost returned it but pushed him away.

“You are my student, Sherlock, and I’m married,” Greg said, battling his conscience.

Sherlock cocked a brow, “Yet, you sleep in the guest bedroom and have since he got home. I don’t call that much of a marriage. He’s more like a flatmate.”

Greg was getting irritated, stepping further away, “He’s my husband; you know that and know how I feel.”

Sherlock found a robe that Greg had left on the couch, putting it on, sitting down, crossing his legs, “Yet, you can’t even be intimate with him and get hard every time I get close. That could be sexual frustration. I mean, he’s only been home nine months.” He paused, “You feel guilty for the sexual desire you have for me. That’s why you can’t get close to him.”

Greg looked in panic. They didn’t know John was listening in down the hall, and Greg responded, “Fine, I am. Happy? It’s wrong that this is even happening. I should be only attracted to John, not you and him.”

John shook his head and sipped his wine while Sherlock got back up, going over to Greg and leaning in. The two were nearly the same height. Greg stood at five foot eleven, and Sherlock was almost at eye level. Unfortunately, Greg’s self-control started slipping as Sherlock kissed him again. This time, Greg returned it, unable to resist the teen’s charm. John peeked, and neither man noticed. John hated that Sherlock was right, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t played out sexual fantasies in their nearly twenty-year relationship. Sherlock was a teenager, though.

John walked out, “You know that isn’t getting rid of him.”

Greg pulled away, embarrassed, cheeks flushed, but Sherlock was unconcerned. Finally, John stopped the stopwatch. " It took you less than ten minutes to admit the truth,” John said. 

Sherlock stepped away while John walked over. " Since you're not leaving, the master bedroom is down the hall; as you already know, keep the robe on,” John told him. The teen went down the hall as John waited. “I asked for months what was wrong, and you couldn’t tell me.”

“I thought you thought less of me,” Greg admitted. You don’t look mad.”

John let out a sigh, “Why would I? The only thing that might be an issue is his age—he’s sixteen. I'd rather you have told me.”

Sherlock walked out, “You found my mobile and called my brother.”

John found Sherlock’s school uniform and mobile in the master bedroom. So, he called one of the two numbers on his phone, and his brother had been under arch enemy. John found this curious. The other was to Victor T., but it seemed like Sherlock wasn’t interested in him; to John, it appeared to be an ex who couldn’t let go.

Looking at Sherlock with pride, John smiled, saying, “It’s the only number you call and don’t text; it wasn’t that hard to figure out it was your brother. You are anti-social, and no one texts the person raising them when they are a teenager. You barely want to spend time with them.”

Sherlock walked away, smirking as he returned to the bedroom. Greg blinked, looking at his husband. “Why did you call him?”

“So, he knows where he is. Barely had even had to talk, shortest call that ever got the point across.” John said, “He’s known, and I’m a bit disturbed we were spied on. He calls it monitoring.”

Greg moved closer after letting out a small laugh, “What does this mean?”

John chuckled, smiling, “He’s in the bedroom, and I have a feeling he will be coming around a lot more. Just don’t get caught, and be honest with me.”

Greg felt like an idiot now and kissed his husband for the first time since he got home. The kiss was passionate as the army doctor pulled him close. John was open and honest about things, while Greg had always been more reserved and conflicted. 

“I’ll join you in a bit,” John said, pulling away.

Greg seemed a bit too eager before heading to the bedroom, the sexual tension coming to a head. John would have fun with Greg when he was done with Sherlock. Sherlock aroused John, and boldness made him all the more enjoyable. 

Greg got to the bedroom, and Sherlock was waiting on the bed. The teacher focused his attention on the teenager. Greg pulled Sherlock onto his lap, removing the robe to show off Sherlock’s pale body. Greg kissed Sherlock with pure lust as Sherlock pressed against him. Their lips moved against each other.

“Is the good doctor joining us, Mr Lestrade?” Sherlock asked.

Greg exposed Sherlock’s neck, kissing it, “Soon.”

Sherlock moved his hands down Greg’s button-up shirt, opened it, and pulled it out of his trousers. Greg kissed down Sherlock’s neck moments before the teen pushed Greg back on the bed, pulling off Greg’s trousers along with his pants. Sherlock wrapped his hand around the shaft of Greg’s semi-hard cock. 

The teenager licked the head of his erection, swirling his tongue around it before taking it in his mouth. Greg moaned as Sherlock bobbed his head up and down. John entered the room, and Sherlock looked up with lustful eyes. John’s trousers already felt tight before he entered the room. Between wanting to put Sherlock in his place and fuck his husband senseless after almost four years of being celibate. 

As John watched Sherlock work Greg’s cock, all the self-control he had over the last four years was slipping. Greg fisted Sherlock’s hair as the teen relaxed his throat, taking Greg deeper. John removed his jumper and drew his trousers as they felt tighter.  His erection was more evident through his pants. John got on the bed after pulling off his undershirt. John kissed Greg, saying, “I say we have fun with him. He needs to be put in his place.”

Greg smiled as Sherlock rested on his knees. John moved over and forced Sherlock on his back. Greg moved over, finding the satin ties on the nightstand. John and Greg tied Sherlock’s wrist to the post of the bed.

“Too tight?” John asked.

Sherlock smiled, “No, Captain.”

John looked at Greg, not saying a word. John found the lube and tossed it to Greg. The teacher spread his legs and opened the lube, applying a small amount to Sherlock’s hole. The teen moaned while John lay next to him, turning Sherlock’s face towards him and kissing the teen. John moved his tongue along Sherlock's soft lips to gain access to his mouth. Sherlock granted him access to his mouth, and his moans swallowed as Greg prepped his hole. 

John traced his hands along Sherlock's soft skin, practically untouched by anyone else. Sherlock’s experience was minimal except for the one ex-boyfriend. Greg added a second finger, making Sherlock move towards Greg. John pulled away and rolled over Sherlock placing the tip of his hard cock on Sherlock’s lips. The teenager opened his mouth, and John pushed his cock into Sherlock’s mouth.

Sherlock swirled his tongue around the shaft of John’s cock, earning a soft moan. Greg teased Sherlock by hitting a few nerves making him moan, vibrating John’s cock. Sherlock sighed as he used his tongue to tease the head of John’s erection. Greg started to pump Sherlock’s cock as John began to thrust inside the teen’s mouth. John pulled out before he could release.

John moved aside as Greg removed his fingers and slicked up his cock before lining up with Sherlock’s eager hole after bending his legs for better access. John watched as Greg held onto his hips and pounded into Sherlock as he pulled at the restraints. Sherlock matched his rhythm, throwing his head back when Greg hit his prostate. John kissed Sherlock as Greg started to reach his limit.

Greg gave a few more thrusts before he came, pulling out after a bit. The teacher untied Sherlock, “You’re going to finish my partner off by riding him.”

After Sherlock moved aside, John laid back on the bed; Sherlock lined himself with the doctor’s penis after straddling him. Sherlock groaned when he felt John’s erection stretching him as he moved up and down on John. Sherlock leaned in, kissing John; the two shared open-mouthed kisses as Greg watched, seeing that John had reached his limit. John grabbed onto Sherlock’s hips, thrusting inside him. Sherlock whimpered as John hit his prostate. Sherlock felt his body tensing up as if he were close. His thighs trembled as Sherlock’s nerves shot.

“Ah. I’m close. mmm.”

“Then cum for us,” Greg said, getting behind Sherlock, wrapping his hand around Sherlock's cock, and pumping it. 

Sherlock leaned his head against Greg’s shoulder as he surrendered him to the pleasure of the two men giving him what he had desired. John was thrusting inside Sherlock as he got close.

“Show us how much you’re enjoying this,” Greg whispered.

It didn’t take long for Sherlock to release his semen covering John. Sherlock’s hole tightening around his cock sent John over the edge, and he came inside Sherlock. The teen was catching his breath before moving away. Sherlock lay on the bed while Greg cleaned up, and John did as well.

The teenager smiled as Greg lay beside him while John pulled on clothes and headed for a drink. John returned with a glass of wine, and Sherlock sat up. “Everything all right?”

John sat down. “I’m fine. You’re not the first we have done this with—the first teenager.”

Sherlock laid back down, “For the first time, this was better than the stories I overhear.”

Greg and John looked at each other surprised. Neither spoke a word as Sherlock curled up to Greg. It didn’t take long for Sherlock to fall asleep in his teacher’s arms.

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It was a typical London day with clouds and rainy weather as Sherlock left his last class for the day at his private school. Sherlock had to go to his locker to grab a book he needed for an assignment. Sherlock only opened his locker when a friend approached, leaning against the locker.

“So, I noticed you distracted by Mr Lestrade—again.” The short blond female said, “Has anything happened with him?”

Sherlock chuckled, “Mary, even if it did, I don’t kiss and tell.”

Mary smirked, “Right. Well, I can keep secrets.”

A tall, dark-haired, muscled-up male all but strutted over, winking at all the students giving him attention. Sherlock groaned as the rugby player walked over to the slender teenager. The rugby player was Victor Trevor, a smug bastard with an eye on Sherlock, but the teenager wanted nothing to do with him. 

“So, have you considered my offer?” Victor leaned in front of Mary, pushing her out of the way, “I could show you a good time, a perfect time.”

Sherlock sneered, “I already told you no. I don’t go out with smug bastards like you, who throw away anyone willing to throw themselves at you, thinking they will be your one and only.” 

Sherlock closed his locker and started to walk away; Victor was only pursuing Sherlock because he kept turning him down. Victor had a reputation of being a player, loving it, and leaving it type just because he could. Victor moved swiftly in front of him, stopping Sherlock mid-step.

“Oh, what makes you think you aren’t special?” Victor said, still trying his luck.

“I don’t want you. Leave me alone.” Sherlock growled.

Victor leaned in, “Why should I? You are such a sweet thing.”

Neither noticed anyone entering the private school's front door; the man walked close enough for them to hear him. 

“If I am not mistaken, this is where you walk away.” The man said, and both teenagers turned. It was John. Victor didn’t show signs of walking off and was about to speak to Sherlock. “I can make you walk away, but it would get me in trouble.”

Victor walked away, trying to hide his disappointment. John headed towards Greg’s classroom. Sherlock had forgotten that John had to pick Greg up from work for dinner with a friend and his wife. Sherlock made an excuse and followed in the same direction, simultaneously making it to the classroom.

“Was that the Victor who was messaging you?” John asked.

Sherlock nodded, “He wants to have sex with me. He’s a player and shags whoever he wants.”

Greg exited his office, looking over at John. “Is it that time already?” John nodded. I have to grab my bag. Why are you here, Sherlock?”

“John interfered when Victor tried to make advances towards me.” Sherlock told him, “How long is the dinner?” 

John let out a sigh, “No one invited you. We can’t just introduce you to our friends.”

Sherlock cocked a brow, “Who said I wanted to go in? I could wait in the car doing my schoolwork. It is Friday, and I’m not expected anywhere.”

Greg put files in his bag, “He has a point. It’s that, or we leave him alone in the flat again.” John raised a brow, “Don’t give me that look.”

John let out a sigh, “I know when I’m outnumbered. Your work must be done by the time we get to the flat. I won’t have your brother on my case because you are slacking. I’m heading to the car, and I’ll meet you both there.”

John exited the classroom as Greg walked over to Sherlock; the teen said, “He’s the dominant one and in control.”

“For the most part -it mostly applies to the bedroom. He’s in the Royal Army; that’s his personality type, and it doesn’t hurt since I’m the opposite.” Greg said, closing the classroom door.

“I have noticed,” Sherlock murmured.

Greg shot him a look; while Greg was good at his job, he was more of a free spirit than anything else. In the classroom, he was strict only because he had to be. Outside of school, Sherlock had learned that the man he was attracted to was more carefree. John was the total opposite of that, with a few exceptions. Sherlock had spied on his teacher for a bit before he had started making advances.

Sherlock wondered if the previous weekend had changed if Greg was sleeping in a separate bedroom. He didn’t ask and wasn’t sure if Greg wanted to talk about it. He could ask later after dinner. 

The school was empty for the hour except for a few staff and students. To see students and teachers talking as they left school was expected so that it wouldn’t look out of place. Sherlock took a separate way to the car once they were out of the building to make sure no one saw Sherlock get into John’s car. 

Sherlock opened the back door after John started the car, buckling up. “Most don’t know about the path back there; it’s overgrown,” John said.

“The only way to know that is if you went to the school or knew someone who did,” Sherlock said.

John smiled as he pulled out, “I attended only private schools on my father’s insistence. I attended this one my last two years. I had all the time in the world to discover things others didn’t know. I wasn’t one to make friends since we moved a lot.”

Sherlock couldn’t imagine what that was like as he didn’t have more than just one friend, Mary Morstan. She was much like Sherlock, got straight to the point, and took no bullshit from anyone—a straight-A student with high marks in everything she did. Mary was no genius, but she observed what many missed.

The car ride was quiet and short, as the place wasn’t far away. Greg exited the car, greeting a couple who walked over to it. The man was slender with greying brown hair; the woman had long red hair and was slightly overweight. 

“I’ll check that you have been doing schoolwork when we get to the flat,” John told Sherlock. Sherlock rolled his eyes before John added, “I can make it worth you’re wild.”

Sherlock bit his lip as John joined Greg in going into the restaurant. The teen opened his textbooks and started on the assignments due Monday; the studies were easy. Sherlock was slightly distracted by his thoughts of being alone with the couple again. He wondered if, eventually, it might become a triad relationship, and if it did, Sherlock would be open to it. He rarely took interest in anyone; John and Greg were the exceptions. 

For now, the three were having a good time, and Sherlock knew what it would be from the start. He liked the thought of being their boy toy as he explored his sexual preferences. Sitting in the car almost a half-hour into the dinner, Sherlock’s mobile rang -it was his brother.

“What do you want, brother? You already knew that answer. I know what they want, and I don’t mind -unlike you apparently- yet you are not involved with them.” Sherlock said. “I’ll be home by Sunday night. John is already ahead of you on that. Take a guess.”

Sherlock hung up and returned to his schoolwork to finish the last problem. He fiddled on his mobile while waiting for the two men to return. Greg was the first in the car thirty minutes later with a doggy bag.

“You need to eat. John will be out soon.” Greg told him.

“John told you to bring it,” Sherlock said.

Greg chuckled, “Yes and no. He’s a doctor and Captain and will insist on many things.”

Sherlock smiled, “Does that imply what I think it does?”

Greg turned after a few awkward moments, “That depends on where we are after you turn eighteen; until then, it’s just sex.”

The teenager could see that Greg held something back; the man was reserved, unlike John. Sherlock nibbled the food while waiting for John, who came to the car some minutes later. John got in the driver’s seat, and Sherlock buckled up. The car ride was silent as Sherlock ate during the short car ride. The couple didn’t live far from the school, so that Sherlock could walk there for the first time. As soon as they were in there, Sherlock put his bag down.

“It’s all yours to check,” Sherlock said, winking. “I’m going to use your shower.”

The army doctor shook his head; Greg laughed, “You said it; he’s a brat.”

John nodded, “I did; I’m going to enjoy putting him in his place.”

John checked to ensure he had done his schoolwork; he texted Mycroft asking what assignments he had. Mycroft checked in with Sherlock’s teachers to ensure he didn’t try to wiggle out of it.

“How do you know what he is supposed to do?” Greg asked.

“Mycroft, I’m a profiler, and he’s the type of teenager to try to get out of tedious work. So I would use boring, but Mycroft used tedious. Sometimes I hate geniuses.” John said.

Greg poured each a drink, “You have to admit that Sherlock is worth it.”

John put Sherlock’s textbooks back in the bag, sitting down, “He is; I would appreciate an honest answer; do you want more than just sex with him?”

Greg stuttered before gulping down a large sip of wine before answering, “Um, maybe.” John cocked a brow, waiting; his husband let out a sigh, “Fine, I do.  We have talked about adding a third person; I’m not sure you want someone as young as Sherlock.”

John sighed, “How are you still finding it hard just to admit the truth?”

Greg shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“One sec.” John took a moment to ensure Sherlock was in the shower and not listening in, joining Greg back down the hall on the couch. “As long as we wait to tell anyone until he’s eighteen, I don’t have an issue with it. He’s not a typical teenager. That would be up to him at this point.”

“It is, but based on something he asked, I think he might be considering it,” Greg said. “He’s taking your actions as the fact you want more.”

“I’m also human; he’s also still under the care of his brother. I don’t need a man like that on my back if Sherlock isn’t doing what he is supposed to just to be here. I don’t intend to be some control freak.” John saw Greg chuckle, “Like you, mind the control in the bedroom.”

Greg turned red, “That’s the only control you enjoy. I don’t know a dom with two subs.”

John smirked, “Then I guess I’m just that lucky,”

Greg got up and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom. While things had improved, he still found himself feeling guilty about wanting more than just sex with Sherlock. For almost two years before the previous weekend, the flirting occurred when Sherlock enrolled. Sherlock was among the few students who got along better with adults than peers. Greg had found himself intrigued by the teen from the beginning and conflicted by the feelings he developed.

Meanwhile, Sherlock finished his shower, slipped on a robe, and entered the living room. John had poured himself a second drink.

“I take it Greg has some issues he hasn’t worked through,” Sherlock said.

“Are you sure you are sixteen?” John paused. Yes, if you haven’t noticed, he doesn’t do well with just admitting the truth. He was raised to be reserved and not open about who he is.”

“You have been together for many years. He hasn’t changed from that?”

“As long as his parents remain in his life, no. They still put their noses where they don’t belong. As a result, he is prone to self-doubt and guilt. It has nothing to do with us.” John paused, “I need to go talk to him.”

John got up and went to the bedroom. Greg fiddled with his ring as John sat in front of him. “What’s the matter?”

“I told you about what Sherlock had been doing for the last few months. I didn’t mention anything he did before that.” Greg said.

John closed the bedroom door, “I’m not your parents if you have fallen for him, so what? It would be best if you stopped worrying about what I would think. We only started experimenting two years before my deployment. I deployed for three years, and you were here alone. It’s not easy being married to a soldier, and I know that.”

“He was fourteen then; it’s not professional for someone my age to be attracted to a teenager,” Greg said.

“We were teenagers once, and we all had those attractions to a teacher; Sherlock acted on his. You are glad he did, even if you think I will look down on you. If he decides he wants more, I’m more than welcome. Even I’m attracted to him and older than you.”

Greg chuckled, “He does have something about him.”

John smiled, “He also knows what he wants. You and I still have some things to work through, but there is no reason to have affected him. Nothing that happened with us will be resolved right away.”

Greg felt more than just guilt; the multiple deployments had taken their toll on him. Greg needed someone with him, but his love for John had made it, so he was willing to make the sacrifice. 

“We can talk when Sherlock passes out tonight; for now, I think he’s impatient, and so are you,” John said.

“Says the man who can barely wait for himself,” Greg murmured.

John chuckled, “I have more self-control than you; I will need it all tonight.”

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While John and Greg talk, Sherlock fiddles on his mobile; he wonders what other issues are so deep that Greg is still bothered by them. Sherlock decided to snoop at the desk in the home office -it was meant to be a bedroom, but they had converted it. Sherlock went to the desk and opened the sizeable middle drawer; the desk was John’s. It was neat and organised -Greg wasn’t that organised. John had neatly laid a file folder on top, so Sherlock picked it up and opened it.

“You don’t know the meaning of privacy,” John said, entering.

Sherlock turned and saw John was alone, “Does he know?”

John took the file from him, “No, you’re not telling him. It needs to come from me.”

“Why make this choice?” Sherlock asked.

“You know why? I know Greg better than you, but when is the right time to tell him?” John said, “He’s in the master bedroom now.”

“He’s still sleeping in the guest bedroom?” Sherlock said.

John rolled his eyes, “We have more issues than just him feeling guilty about you. For now, let’s leave it alone. You are here as a guest.”

Sherlock smirked as John pressed him to the desk, placing a hand under his chin as he leaned in. Their lips met, Sherlock returning the kiss as they moved against each other. John wrapped his arms around the more diminutive teen as he pulled away for air; Sherlock smiled, “Maybe one day I’ll be more than a guest, Captain.”

“That’s a chat for another day, not tonight.” John said, making eye contact, “You are going to go to the bedroom and wait for me.”

John kissed Sherlock softly, moving away; the teenager slowly exited the room while John put the file away. The doctor headed towards the bedroom, and Sherlock was still in the robe. Last weekend, Sherlock had only been here that night and the morning after. The teenager had other obligations with his brother. John didn’t get to do all he wanted with Sherlock. John and Greg had found a balance, with John playing the role of master. John already had an idea of what he wanted with Sherlock.

Sherlock acted like a brat who needed John to put in his place. The army doctor walked over to Sherlock; as the boy looked down, John threaded his hands through the dark curls, pulling at them roughly, leaning in, and saying against his ear, “I would think I didn’t need to tell you to remove the robe, Kitten.”

Sherlock moaned at the newly given nickname, Greg's cheeks red as he watched, and John looked at his husband. The teacher looked away, suddenly wanting to submit to his partner. Something he hadn’t done in years, and now, with the impending addition of Sherlock, it was becoming more of a need. 

“This works one way; you don’t speak unless spoken to, and always with Captain doing as I tell you. Am I clear, my sweet little Kitten?”

“Yes, Captain,” Sherlock replied. 

“Now, you’re going to strip and lay on your stomach facing the end of the bed,” John ordered him with a firm voice.

Sherlock moaned, “Yes,  Captain.”

Greg moved off the bed when John let go of Sherlock’s hair, and the boy started to remove the robe. He hadn’t put on anything underneath it. Sherlock looked like an angelic beauty with pale skin, and it took all of John's control not to take him right there. A feeling Greg understood, both putting aside some of the emotions that had arisen earlier. 

As John had told him, Sherlock lay on the bed; John unburied the bed restraint on the bedpost. Sherlock bit his lip as John secured his wrist in the leather cuffs, buckle just tight enough so Sherlock couldn’t slip out. John looked at Greg, who looked down, “I assume I don’t need to tell you what to do, Foxy.”

Greg stuttered, “No, Captain.”

Greg went over to the bed, finding the other restrained. The nickname had started as a joke with a friend. John found it suited his dom-sub relationship with Greg. Their sexual relationship had started a bit odd when they started dating—only once Greg was at the age of consent. The three-year difference had only created a minor problem and made it more impressive. In some ways, John felt he was reliving those days with Sherlock.

Sherlock was close to the same age when John learned he enjoyed being a dom with a sub. John opened the nightstand drawer finding the hoist cock ring; it had a ring that went around the bottom of the shaft and another ring wrapped around the balls. John moved behind Sherlock on the bed, kneeling and lifting the boy's hip. Sherlock moaned as John slipped the first ring down the semi-hard cock; the teen gasped when John looped the ring around his ball sacs.

The boy shifted as his waist was laid flat again, John moving from between his legs using leather cuffs at the headboard to secure his ankles. Greg’s trousers tented as he watched, with John finding the satin blindfold. Sherlock was taken aback when John stood before him, covering his eyes.

“Relax, Kitten.” John said, “You’re in safe hands. I remember what you want.”

Sherlock thought about the previous weekend when John inquired about his sexual fantasies and kinks. Sherlock hadn’t held back telling John what he wanted, knowing that the Army Doctor could give it to him. They had spoken safer words than when Sherlock told him the one he had chosen long before meeting John. Greg was the only one who was a bit confused.

John went over to Greg, who looked down, an instinct when it came to this part. John placed his hand under his sub chin, making him look up, “It’s your turn to strip, Foxy.”

“Yes, Captain,” Greg responded.

This was the first time John had acted like a Dom to anyone other than Greg; John expected it to be awkward for his husband. Yet, Greg wasn’t showing any signs of being nervous. The teacher fantasised about John with another sub and having his way with them both. John also liked the idea since he could watch Greg with the sub until Sherlock hadn’t found someone who was a good fit. The idea would be to make it permanent if it worked out that way.

Greg started unbuttoning his shirt as John moved away, licking his lips. John had a plan for after they were done with Sherlock; it had been too long since he had been with his husband that way. There was a difference for John, a good one. The Captain went over to a cabinet where they kept the BDSM toys; he opened a sizable drawer at the bottom, grabbing a collar.

When Greg removed his clothes, John returned and said sternly, “On your knees.”

Greg kneeled before the Captain, groaning as the collar tightened. John went to the nightstand to grab the metal handcuffs. John then moved behind Greg, securing them, and the teacher shifted as each cuff clicked.

John grabbed Greg by his hair, leaning close to his ear, “I hear you beg while I’m with the Kitten; I’ll have no choice but to punish you. Is that clear?” 

Greg swallowed hard, “Yes, Captain.”

John went over to Sherlock, threading his hand through his dark, lush curls, “A sweet little Kitten like you must be hungry for cock, am I right?”

Sherlock licked his lips, saying with pride and teasingly, “Yes, Captain.”

John bit his lip; Sherlock could be such a damn tease. All the self-control John had would eventually slip tonight. The lack of attention from Greg only added to his needs -it wasn’t due to a lack of trying. John undid his trousers and pulled his semi-hard average cock. John used his large hand to grab and force open the boy’s mouth after he stood up. John slid the tip of his erection into Sherlock’s mouth, earning a moan from the pale sex kitten. Sherlock didn’t hesitate to use his tongue to tease the swollen head as he moved his tongue along the shaft. Sherlock’s mouth felt stuffed as John was more prominent than Greg, bringing him great pleasure. 

John moaned as Sherlock swirled his tongue around his cock as he became harder. The boy hollowed his cheeks and used his tongue along the slit, tasting pre-cum. The petite teen relaxed his throat, taking the older man deeper, and John fisted his curls in response. 

John licked his lips as he pulled out before he came; Sherlock was such a captivating beauty it was challenging to keep control of himself. John slipped his trousers and pants off, removing the rest of his clothes. Sherlock felt the bed dip as John moved between his legs, pressing against him. John grabbed the boy by his hair, roughly tilting his head to expose his neck's soft, supple skin.

“You're such an eager little Kitten,” John murmured. “Don’t you agree, Foxy?”

“Yes, Captain,” Greg answered.

Sherlock felt aroused as he was defenceless to the older man, a feeling he had wanted nearly from the start when he finally met the Captain. The teen moaned as John kissed his neck and started to nibble it lightly with his cock between his ass cheeks. Sherlock wanted the large cock ravishing his hole and John coming inside him, marking him. The teen wished for John and Greg, ruining him for anyone else, but they had already been successful. Sherlock loved the reminder, and John treating him more like a Sub -as he did with Greg- made it more arousing. 

John kissed Sherlock’s tender skin, his pale skin hot. John’s callus hands traced along his and over his lush ass till it stopped at his entrance. John’s thumb pressed to it, making Sherlock moan as John kissed down his spine and spread his lush orbs. Sherlock wiggled, not knowing what was coming next. 

The tiny, pink, hairless, and tightly furled hole looked so innocent, much like the angelic-faced boy it belonged to. The muscle seemed to tremble before John’s face, practically inviting the man to push something inside it.

He did. 

He licked a broad stripe across it; John placed kisses around and directly on Sherlock’s hole. Sherlock was so distressed by the new sensations he began trying to push away from the onslaught of feelings. John was having none of that. He wrapped his hands around those deliciously small hips and pinned him in place as he decided enough was enough, and he began pushing his thick tongue into the hole. John was met with tight resistance, but he was relentless and shoved harder until, finally, the tip slipped in. Sherlock gave a high, shocked plaint. The feeling was so new and intense that he couldn't believe it.

Slurping and sucking and pushing, using his scruff to scrape against the bountiful curves beautifully, John’s mouth was positively devouring the teen's hole, and it was all Sherlock could do not to break apart so soon. He was crying in deep, sensational pleasure, pleasure so violent and intense it felt like pain. Tears flowed wildly down his high flushed cheeks, wetting the blindfold thoroughly. 

Greg was watching and holding his tongue as he felt the need to fuck his young student. Greg had only imagined how hot it would be to see his partner with another Sub. The teacher had no idea it would be this amazing as John ravished the teen and had yet to fuck him. Sherlock’s cock is hard but unable to come from the cock ring. 

 The Captain continued pumping his tongue in and out, Sherlock pulling at the ties binding his wrists and wriggling after a time, began trying to impale his small body further on John’s tongue. John held down his sex Kitten to prevent him from moving further, making Sherlock whimper as John moved back up. John pressed against his small pale body, his mouth inches from the boy’s ear.

“You taste so sweet, Kitten,” John said softly. “I bet Foxy would enjoy watching you used and abused,” He then moved up enough not to yell in Sherlock’s ear, “You want to see the Little Kitten raw, Foxy?”

Greg replied without gestation, “Yes, Captain.”

John leaned back in, asking, “Do you think you can handle being taken roughly?” 

Sherlock inhaled before stuttering softly, “Yes, Captain.”

John grabbed Sherlock’s curls, pulled at them, and made him cry out, “I didn’t hear that, Kitten.”

Sherlock felt a new chilling sensation move through him, arousing him more, and he spoke louder without hesitation: “Yes, Captain.”

“Better,” John murmured. “We have to make sure Foxy hears you, too. He’s watching as you lay helpless to me.”

John kneeled back, moving off Sherlock, finding the lube; he needed just enough to slick his aching need. John had no intention of hurting Sherlock too much and slowly introduced him to having a dom. The Captain enjoyed penetrating his Subs roughly and using toys on them. Sherlock showed interest in it, but he had just lost his virginity to the couple; he was virtually untouched. 

When John was ready, he undid the ankle restraints, grabbing Sherlock by his hips and lifting him to his knees just enough to give the Captain better access. John held onto Sherlock’s hips, placing his cock between the boy’s cheeks and rubbing against him. Sherlock moaned at the feeling, resisting every urge to beg. The teenager had learned the very basics of being a Sub; the part he understood was doing as his Dom told him.

John grinned as he saw that the sweet Kitten was getting desperate; the Captain's large cock slid into the teen. Sherlock groaned as he felt his hole stretch as John stuffed him, keeping his grip on his curved waist. John started to sway his hips, thrusting in and out of Sherlock, who let out sweet moans as the Captain rubbed and hit nerves. Sherlock's moans were becoming louder as John moved in deeper and harder into his tight hole. 

Greg found the cuffs irritating right now as, just from watching, his cock was fully erect, and he had little self-control. The only thing that held him back was the cuffs, as he loved being told what to do by John. Though disobeying had its perks, John enjoyed the punishments just as much. 

Sherlock’s moans filled the room as John pounded brutally in and out of his hole as the boy’s cock leaked pre-cum. Sherlock pulled at the cuffs as John’s thrusting became erratic, the Captain reaching his limit. The sounds leaving Sherlock’s mouth were adding to the intense sexual desire to fuck the teenager senselessly. He wasn’t going to allow his new sex Kitten to come just yet, though, and he wanted to milk him until he all but begged for the release -if Sherlock made it that far.

John made a few more strong thrusts making Sherlock cry out as the Captain hit his prostate, and the Captain’s cock pulsed as he came inside the sex Kitten. Before going over to Greg, John pulled out and pulled on his pants and shirt. John stood before Greg, kneeling to his level and running his hand through his hair. John then smirked, putting his hand under his pet’s chin.

“You seem to have a problem; you want your turn at the sweet sex Kitten?” John asked.

Sherlock bites his lip while Greg replies to John, “Yes, Captain.”

John licked his lips, “How do you ask, Foxy?”

Without a moment of doubt, Greg asked, “May I please fuck the sex Kitten, Captain?”

Sherlock wished he wasn’t blindfolded to see this; the sound aroused him. Something about Greg playing both a sub to John and Dom to Sherlock provoked the teenager. 

John stood, getting up to grab the keys to the cuffs. He released his pet, went over to Sherlock, undid the rest of the restraints, and ordered, “On your back, Kitten.”

Feeling slightly stiff, Sherlock moved until he was lying back with his legs spread. John looked at Greg and said, “Come here, Foxy.”

Greg got up and walked over to the Captain, pulling Greg in front of him. “You know what I like to see. You can do what you like with him, but he can’t come yet. Am I clear, Foxy?”

“Yes, Captain,” Greg said.

John stepped away, going to sit in the chair that was in the corner by a window. Greg got on the bed and over Sherlock, touching the boy’s soft, lush lips. Sherlock moaned into the kisses of pure lust. Greg removed the blindfold before bending the teen’s legs, giving him better access. Sherlock sighed as Greg filled the teen with his cock, and the teacher moved in and out of his tiny sex Kitten. The teen fisted the sheets as John watched, and Sherlock enjoyed that.

Greg nibbled on Sherlock’s neck, playing with his ripe pink nubs; the boy moaned as Greg twisted one. Sherlock threw his head back as the older man hit his prostate, both on edge, but the sex Kitten couldn’t come—the frustration of being unable to add to the thrill for the teen. Greg thrust erratically, hitting nerves as he felt the need to give Sherlock his seed. 

John licked his lips as he watched, feeling the start of another erection; he was going to hold back until he could get Greg alone. As Greg came, he bit down on Sherlock’s shoulder, making him cry. John went over to the bed as Greg moved away. The Captain traced his thumb over the slit of Sherlock's cock, spreading the pre-cum around the swollen head. The sex Kitten whimpered at the touch.

John smirked; Sherlock had been driven to the edge, “Do you need something, my sweet Kitten?”

Sherlock swallowed hard, “Yes, Captain.”

John leaned, threading his hand through the dark curls and tugging on them to get a moan out of the boy. “Tell me, what do you need?”

Sherlock choked out as John teased his aching need, “I need to come, Captain.”

John looked at Greg, “Remove the cock ring, Foxy.”

Greg nodded, “Yes, Captain.”

The teacher carefully removed the hoist ring to avoid making it; Sherlock released pre-mature. Greg was familiar with this; John had done it to him many times.  John slowly started to pump Sherlock's cock as the teen arched his back more and more with each tingling sensation moving through his body. John was surprised Sherlock had lasted this long after Greg removed the ring. Sherlock’s inexperience worked to his advantage; unlike Greg, John knew what he was doing this time. 

John saw the signs that Sherlock wouldn’t last long, “How close are you, my sweet Kitten?”

Sherlock moaned, “Very close, Captain.”

John moved down, nibbling on the swollen pink nub, making Sherlock whimper, “Don’t hold back; come for us.” John said, sucking the nipple, increasing his speed as he pumped the teen's cock. Sherlock fisted the pillow under his head as his thighs started to quiver, spurting out, and his whole body tensed up as he cried out. Nothing was quiet about it, not that either man cared what the neighbours thought.

Sherlock was riding out the orgasm when John let Greg clean up; he still had plans for his husband -long-overdue plans. Sherlock caught his breath, “Is it supposed to feel like that?”

John nodded, “Yes, it is.”

Sherlock smiled as John held him close, “Why don’t I have a collar?”

John chuckled; Sherlock didn’t miss anything, “That one was custom-made; I have to order one for you.” Sherlock smiled at the thought; John let Greg have a few moments. No doubt Greg still needed more than just fucking the teenager, “You get to sleep; I need some time with my husband, alone.” John got out of bed, “We will join you later.”

Sherlock smiled, “That shouldn’t be difficult.”

Greg had gone to the bathroom next to the bedroom; John met him as he exited. Greg was pressed to the wall, and John slammed his lips to his partners. Greg groaned as John grabbed him by the neck, and the Doctor pulled away.

“We are going to the guest bedroom, and you have no choice this time. Am I clear, Foxy?” John murmured.

Greg swallowed hard, pupils dilating, “Yes, Captain.”

Sherlock smirked as he heard them move to the guest bedroom; something was arousing about the idea of them together, alone. It was also something they both needed; Sherlock was already falling for the two men—a feeling he was unfamiliar with, yet a change he liked. Sherlock slipped into sleep as he heard noises in the other room. 

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It was barely light when Sherlock woke up next to Greg; the teen checked the time. John had already left for his shift at the Army hospital. Sherlock shifted onto his back as Greg stirred next to him. The teacher rubbed his eyes as he woke up. The teenager lay on his side, kissing Greg. 

“It’s a bit early to be up,” Greg said, wrapping his arm around the boy.

“A bit, but we get to spend the day in bed; it seems you have a problem,” Sherlock said moments before Greg pinned him to the bed, still under the blanket.

Greg pressed his lips to the teens as he grabbed onto his hair, as their cocks rubbed against each other. Sherlock moaned into the kiss as it deepened, and the older man kissed down Sherlock’s jaw and neck. Greg held Sherlock’s dark curls tightly as he nibbled his sweet spot. Sherlock’s moans filled the room with Greg’s hand tracing along his soft, pale skin. 

“While the Captain is at work, you're all mine to do with as I please,” Greg said.

Greg enjoyed being the dominant one with Sherlock. He didn’t mind submitting it to his husband, but he wanted to be the one who had someone submit it to him. Sherlock was the perfect young kitten to do that. Sherlock wanted his teacher to use him as he desired. Sherlock hadn’t noticed, but metal cuffs attached to a long chain were hidden under a large pillow. The chain was wrapped around a wood bar on the headboard. 

Greg pulled them out from under the pillow, cuffing the teen’s wrist above his head. Sherlock gasped at the feeling of cold metal with the older man fisting the boy’s hair and exposing his neck, nibbling it. Sherlock moaned, pressing more to his teacher.

“Such a beautiful young thing,” Greg murmured.

Greg kissed down Sherlock’s soft, pale skin until he reached his ripe pink nipple. Sherlock moaned as the older man sucked on one while one hand teased the other. Sherlock sighed as Greg twisted his nipple, and Greg bit lightly on the other. The teacher grabbed the lube off the nightstand using his free hand after spreading Sherlock’s legs wider to apply a decent amount of lube to Sherlock’s eager hole. Greg pushed his finger into the smaller teen's hole, resuming sucking on his nipple, the ripe pink nub needing to be teased.

Greg swirled his tongue around the swollen nub, moving his finger in and out of Sherlock. The teen's panting filled the room as his breathing became hitched the more his older lover teased his small, pale body. The teacher used his other hand to wrap it around the boy’s hard cock, pumping it after he added a second finger. Sherlock craved more as Greg used his large fingers to get his entrance ready to take his larger cock. 

“Ah, god.” Sherlock moaned.

Greg added a third finger, making Sherlock whimper, “Such a needy little Kitten.”

Sherlock licked his lips as he started to thrust into Greg’s hand; the teacher added a fourth finger. The teen wiggled as Greg prepped him further.

“Such a desperate little Kitten,” Greg murmured, kissing his student’s soft, pale skin.

Sherlock whimpered at each kiss to his tender, hot flesh, “Please, I need you.”

Greg removed his fingers, moved back up, and kissed him, “As you wish, my sweet Kitten.”

The teacher kissed Sherlock as he bent the teen’s legs until they nearly met with his chest. Greg’s cock rubbed between Sherlock's lush ass cheeks as they kissed, lips moving against each other with open-mouth kisses. Sherlock moaned when he felt his hole stretched as Greg penetrated the ring of muscle. 

Greg didn’t hold back as he started to thrust in and out of the boy as he took his left hand, grabbing Sherlock’s curls. Sherlock moaned as Greg tugged on them just before Sherlock wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist. Greg groaned as he pushed deeper into the tiny teen.

“You’re a damn tease, Little Kitten.” Greg moaned against Sherlock’s neck.

Sherlock moaned wantonly as Greg lightly sucked on his neck; the teen slowly matched his rhythm. Neither would last long, not that it mattered -they had all day, and it was enough for Sherlock to feel just the desire without the roughness of a Dom. 

Greg’s thrusting erratically as the kisses became sloppy. The older man hit Sherlock’s prostate, making him throw his head back; Greg hit a bundle of nerves afterwards. Sherlock’s cock throbbed as it leaked pre-cum onto his stomach. Greg fisted the sheets as he moved harder and deeper into the teen’s hungry hole. Greg was reaching his limit just from the sounds Sherlock made. The teen’s moan is sweet and soft, getting high enough for the neighbours to hear. 

Greg made sure to nudge his small lover's prostate and a few more hits against it -that was enough for Sherlock’s thighs to quiver before he started to come as his body seized up. Greg groaned as Sherlock’s hole tightened around his cock, and it didn’t take much else to send the older man over the edge. Sherlock felt Greg’s cock pulse inside him and his hot seed filling him. Greg collapsed, catching his breath while Sherlock caught his.

The teacher found the keys to the cuffs and released Sherlock before cleaning up in the bathroom. Sherlock rubbed his red wrists from pulling at the cuffs. Greg lay back in bed, checking his mobile, but nothing important was found except a message from his mother.

“You don’t look happy,” Sherlock said,

Greg sighed, “My mother messaged me; it’s easier when they just call. I avoid those as well.”

“I get the impression they don’t like your choices, like John,” Sherlock said. 

“Understatement: I started dating when I was fifteen; he was eighteen. My parents like to believe I was innocent as a teen, the straight-A student who never dated or had sex. I wasn’t a virgin when he asked me out, but he did wait a bit. My parents are awful.” Greg paused, “John was the jock, popular, for the most part, and passed his classes with A’s, but that wasn’t his strong suit.”

“He can’t be everything; if you are interested in something, you will know everything about it. Explains some of the photos. You have been married seventeen years and together twenty. You are still very conflicted.” Sherlock remarked.

“I still have my parents saying that I need to leave him. That the army comes first and not me.” Greg told him, “I know what matters to him the most.”

Sherlock noticed that when Greg talked about John, he hadn’t yet admitted something else. Greg still seemed nervous about being close to John in an intimate way or even just as a partner. 

“Why are you so scared to get close to John?” Sherlock asked, “You are scared of something.”

Greg sighed, “While he deployed, I heard from him when he wasn’t in the field. For a day or two, I hadn’t; when he finally called after I panicked,” Greg paused, “I found out he was in a bombing and had been hurt -minor, but any closer to the bomb, he might not have made it.”

Sherlock sat up, “You are scared to get close in case he goes back overseas and dies.”

“Yes, I love him, but I have spent my entire life since I was eighteen married to him, making a life with him. Making sure I could manage on my own if it came down to that. Until that call, it was never a possibility. He’s a doctor and stayed in camp patching up wounded.” Greg said, “I know I should tell him, but I don’t want me to be the only reason he leaves the Army, that be out of guilt.”

Sherlock straddled Greg, leaning in and lying on top of him. “You need to. He cares about you, and you must talk, even if you are scared.”

“I know. We talked about you joining the relationship, and before we can even do that, I have to talk to John about my issues.” Greg ran his hands through the boy’s hair. “You sure don’t act sixteen.”

“Well, that’s a good thing since I want to be with you two; I don’t think you need an immature teenager,” Sherlock said, kissing him. 

Greg smiled, “You're right; I need to start moving my stuff back in here.”

“So, when I move in, do I take the guest bedroom?” Sherlock asked.

Greg grinned at Sherlock’s boldness. “Well, I assume so. Your stuff has to go somewhere, and I’m sure John will want alone time with us both. As would I with you. It would work equally for everyone.”

Sherlock kissed Greg before moving off of him and letting the older man slip on comfortable clothes. 

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Sherlock was inside on his mobile when John got home from his shift at the hospital. Greg was in the bedroom. Sherlock only had on John’s army t-shirt and pants. John smiled, saying as he walked over, “Couldn’t be bothered to put on actual clothes instead of stealing mine,” John said, walking over to him. “Not that you don’t look good in mine.”

“It’s not like they will stay on; you would love to pin me down and just have your way with here and now.” Sherlock said, “Besides, you enjoy it.”

John rolled his eyes, not even attempting to deny it. John worried that if anyone found out, he would be forced out of the military earlier than planned, but he enjoyed putting Sherlock in his place. John sat down next to him, “You're a brat.”

Greg had slipped on his pyjamas, walked over to his husband, and kissed him. “How was work?”

“Fine,” John replied.

“Next time I will work at a clinic, I will get the weekends off,” John said.

“Why don’t you do that now?” Sherlock asked.

John looked at Sherlock like he hadn’t listened before responding, “Not till I leave the army; I want to run a clinic, but that also requires getting some things in order.”

Sherlock admired John’s dedication to his work, and the fact that he was a man in uniform also added a level of attraction -not that would be the case for long. Sherlock put his mobile down and moved closer to John, laying his head on John’s lap. The Army doctor ran his hand through his curly hair as Greg brought him a drink.

“You seem a bit distracted,” Greg said to John.

John looked up, “Yes, my new normal. Between you two, it’s hard not to be. Did you move your stuff back to the master bedroom yet?”

Greg let out a sigh, “Yes.”

Sherlock chuckled, “Made sure he did, as much as I could.”

John looked down at Sherlock, brow cocked, “Really now? It’s not like you can say no to him.”

John finished his drink, and Sherlock sat up, straddling John and kissing him. John grabbed Sherlock’s waist, pulling him closer; the teen moaned, surprised.

“I have been waiting to have fun with you all day. I'm not sure I should take you here or drag you to the bedroom,” John said, tracing Sherlock’s cheek. “For now, you can put that mouth to use.”

Sherlock lay on the couch beside him, and John exposed his semi-hard cock. Sherlock leaned in, taking it into his mouth and moving his head up and down. John moaned, threading his hand through Sherlock’s curls as he used his tongue to tease the head of John’s cock. The boy teased the slit of the swollen head, swirling his tongue around it before moving his tongue around the length of John’s large cock. 

John’s hand rested on Sherlock’s back, and Greg took advantage of Sherlock's position. Greg had retrieved the lube from the bedroom, got behind the boy and pulled his pants down. Sherlock moaned as he felt cold lube traced around his hole. While Sherlock moved his tongue around the swollen head of John’s cock his teacher pushed a finger into his hole. Sherlock’s moans muffled as Greg added a second finger was prepping him just enough for penetration. 

Sherlock’s throat relaxed as he hollowed his cheeks, taking John deeper earning a groan from the older man. Greg, meanwhile, had slicked up his erection holding onto Sherlock’s hips as he rubbed it between Sherlock’s ass cheeks. The teen moaned, vibrating John’s cock, and John fisted Sherlock’s dark curls.

“Damn it,” John muttered.

Greg smirked as John glared at him; Sherlock moaned, muffled as Greg penetrated the ring of muscle. Sherlock felt pleasantly stuffed as Greg moved in and out of his minor student. John started to thrust inside Sherlock's wet mouth, making the boy moan around the Captain’s cock. John tugged as Sherlock’s curls thrust inside him as his slit leaked pre-cum. 

The sounds emitting from Sherlock vibrated John's cock, and the Captain was already on edge. Last night brought up much-needed desires creeping to the surface, leaving John more than distracted when alone at work. Sherlock texting him earlier in the day hadn’t helped since the messages were suggestive and left an image in John's mind. Greg just had no self-control, even though this wasn’t the first time today he fucked the teen.

Sherlock groaned as John fisted his hair tighter while nearly deep-throating the sex Kitten. Greg, meanwhile, was behind him, making sure to his bundle of nerves listening to the muffled moans of the teenager. John closed all but forced his cock down the teen’s throat and fisted the couch as he came down Sherlock’s throat. Sherlock was glad not to have a gag reflex as he swallowed the Captain’s seed. John let go of  Sherlock’s hair as Greg continued to pound into the tiny teen.

“Ah, god.” Sherlock cried out as Greg hit his prostate.

Greg thrust erratically as he hit a bundle of nerves just nudging the prostate; it was enough to make Sherlock release onto his pants around his thighs. The Sex Kitten’s hole was tightening around the older man’s cock, sending him over the edge. Sherlock whimpered as he felt Greg’s cock pulse, filling him with his hot seed. 

John smiled, looking at Greg, “I can tell the sexual tension of you, too.”

Greg shot him a look, “Oh shut up.”

Sherlock went to the bathroom, returning in only John’s shirt. He sat on the Captain’s lap, looking at Greg from the corner of his eye, and asked, “You know, I never asked how you figured out Greg’s nickname.”

Greg groaned while John chuckled at his response, “For him, it’s embarrassing. A friend gave it to him when he learned who he was dating. I rather liked it, but it was meant to be a joke because he was Sub.”

Sherlock nodded, knowing what Foxy meant; it was usually used with women. Greg looked at Sherlock, “How about you wait in the bedroom for us? I like to talk to the Captain alone.”

The teen reluctantly got off John, swaying his hips as he walked away. The shirt didn’t even cover his arse. Both men knew he did that purposefully to tease them. Greg couldn’t do anything about it, but John could and would. 

John looked at Greg, “Something the matter?”

“Yes and No, after Sherlock goes home tomorrow, we need to talk. I'd like to make at least more of an effort to fix the problems we have before Sherlock officially joins this relationship,” Greg said.

Sherlock stepped out of the hall, “What is it now?”

John groaned, using a firm voice, “Get to the bedroom, Kitten.” Sherlock walked away, and John made it to the bedroom. John returned to Greg, “Sounds good; he already knows he wants to?”

Greg chuckled, “He does; we will lose a guest bedroom.”

John smiled, “I like the sound of that -good excuse not to let your parents stay here, and only after he’s eighteen. You said he was in that program for advanced students; I assume he could graduate before then.”

Greg nodded, “No doubt he will.”

“Well, I have a kitten to put in his bloody place.” John said, “You are not part of this one. I’ll let you know when you are.”

Greg shook his head as John headed to the master bedroom. The teacher went to get chores done while John had some alone time with the teen. Greg later heard them down the hallway while planning the following week’s assignments. The teacher groaned as he adjusted, wanting to play out a fantasy with Sherlock now. That would have to wait for another time. 

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In the early morning, Greg wakes up while John is getting up. It was still dark outside on a Monday morning. John had to work in two hours; the drive was long. Greg tried to move, but he was sore from the night before. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have slept in the other bedroom for so long. You wouldn’t be that sore.” John said, grabbing his scrubs.

Greg groaned, “I still would be; you were gone for three years.” 

John walked over, leaning in, “We could have at least worked back up to what we like.” 

The teacher looked forward to that and watched him break Sherlock in further. John was still holding back with the Sex Kitten, but with Greg, he never did. —well, only when he had been deployed for years.

Greg smiled, pulling John into a kiss; you say I have no self-control, and last night, you seemed to not care about limits -— that I minded. I can handle anything you have.”

John chuckled, “You don’t, and so what I slip up for one night, I spent almost four years waiting.” The army doctor started to get dressed; “Since we talked, you seem better.”

There was no denying that, as Greg was scared for John to be deployed again and not come home. When John told him that he was being invalided—— choice—— he was glad to know that his husband would make a permanent home in London. They had talked about it but were waiting until John retired.

“While I know your choice was difficult, I’m happy I don’t have to share you with the Army in two months. I’ll be glad to have more time with you and Sherlock once he moves in,” Greg told him. 

John smiled, “I’m glad about it, too. I would have my fun, but I have to head out. I still have two months at the army hospital.”

Greg lay in bed as John left out the front door, not wanting to get up yet. It was mid-terms this week, and there was always drama to follow from students and parents. Most students came from well-off families who believed their kids were special, but most were spoiled brats who just wanted their way. 

oOo

Greg entered his classroom and went to his office to find the needed test sheets. He hadn’t expected anyone to enter his early. The only people there were the teachers or advanced students. Greg looked up, and it was one of the advanced students, his favourite one.

“Shouldn’t you be at studies?” Greg asked. 

“I am done. Did he tell you?” Sherlock asked.

Of course, Sherlock knew, but he doubted that John told him if he hadn’t told Greg; he sighed, “How did you know?”

Sherlock closed the office door and smiled, “I snooped around; he mentioned he was waiting.” The teenager went and sat on the desk in front of his teacher, “Are you happy?”

“What do you think? What are you doing here? We agreed it would be best to have as little contact as possible,” Greg said.

Sherlock was willing at first, but he wanted to try something risky. He knew Greg wanted it; the teenager smiled, “I locked the classroom door. No one is walking in, and we have an hour before school starts.”

Greg groaned. The one-time self-control would be good to have, “Here?”

Sherlock grabbed Greg by his trousers, pulling him close, “Where else should I earn extra credit, Mr Lestrade?”

Making eye contact, Greg found himself at a loss for words. The stunned feeling passed as Sherlock kissed him, and, with that, the teacher returned the kiss, pressing more on the teenager. Sherlock moaned into the kiss, and the older man wasted no time unbuttoning his young student’s shirt. His fingers touched the Sex Kitten's soft skin, and Sherlock undid Greg’s trousers, slipping his hand down his pants.

Sherlock palmed Greg’s semi-hard cock as the kisses deepened, the teacher was still sore, but he was caught up in the moment that he didn’t notice. Greg threaded his hand through the small student’s curly hair as he probed his mouth. Sherlock’s moans were muffled as the feeling became more intense quickly. They pulled away for air.

“You’re going to use that beautiful mouth of yours to get me off,” Greg told him.

“Yes, Mr Lestrade,” Sherlock replied.

Greg moved away after Sherlock slipped his hand from the older man’s pants. Greg exposed his hard cock sitting in the office chair. Sherlock got on his knees in front of his boyfriend, wrapping his hand around the length, licking the slit. The boy swirled his tongue around the swollen head as he hollowed his cheeks, licking the cock. Greg held back the moans, running his hand through Sherlock’s hair. Sherlock licked around the entire shaft and backed up over the head. The teen’s trousers were tight as he became as hard as Greg’s large cock inside his mouth. Sherlock moved his mouth up and down as he teased it further. The teacher’s erection leaked pre-cum as Sherlock licked his tongue up and down the shaft.

“You are a damn tease, my little Kitten.” Greg moaned softly. 

Sherlock took pride in that as he relaxed his throat, taking the older man deeper. The teen teased the slit with his tongue as Greg moaned softly; the teacher wouldn’t last long. Sherlock could tell as pre-cum leaked, and he tasted it. The boy deep-throated the large cock, and Greg fisted Sherlock’s hair starting to thrust into the boy’s mouth. As the teacher all but forced his cock down Sherlock’s throat, he felt the need to come down it. After a few thrusts, Greg came, holding back the groan as Sherlock swallowed his older lover's seed.

Sherlock moved off of him, “Last night wasn’t enough?”

Greg chuckled, “I was the sub last night; I think I better deal with yours.”

Sherlock was pulled up and his trousers undone, with Greg slipping his hand down the teen's pants. The teacher sucked on Sherlock’s ripe pink nub, earning small moans from the sex Kitten.

“Imagine what the Captain will think when he hears you have been naughty,” Greg murmured.

Sherlock smiled, “So, are you.”

Greg moved his lips up, kissing Sherlock, “I know.”

The teacher exposed Sherlock’s aching need and took it in his mouth. Sherlock moaned as Greg moved his mouth up and down the cock. The boy bit his lip holding back moans as he felt Greg’s tongue around the head of his cock and down the shaft. Greg wrapped a hand around the teen’s ball sac, massaging it as he took the sex Kitten deeper.

“Ah, god,” Sherlock muttered.

Sherlock’s cock was starting to leak; the sexual frustration in the mornings now was more than it had been previously. The teenager had gotten used to the morning wood, but after he got a taste of being with the older men, he needed it more -so long he wasn’t distracted by some murder case in the papers. 

Sherlock tried to find something to grip as Greg deep-throated him; the teenager grabbed onto Greg’s shirt as the teacher worked his cock. The tongue was teasing the shaft, moving to the swollen head as it leaked more.

“I-I-” Sherlock barely got out what he was going to say when he came down Greg’s throat. 

The teacher sat back, covering his face after he caught his breath. “You don’t have the tolerance to last long,” he said.

Sherlock leaned against the desk, “You couldn’t resist; it says a lot about your control.”

There was a knock at the classroom door, and Greg finished covering up. His heart raced as he got up, exiting his office. Greg closed the office door and went to the classroom door; it was the year twelve-year English Teacher, “You look flustered. Been talking to John?”

Greg chuckled, “Yes, the greatest of timing.”

“Well, these are the papers you asked for; I take it things are better between you two, " the dark-haired man said.

“Yes, one step at a time. Thank you. I have to do my lesson plans before school starts,” Greg said.

The two said their goodbyes, and Greg closed the classroom door, locking it again. Sherlock came out covered up, “That was close.”

Greg groaned, “You don’t say, Kitten. Now, you need to go before someone figures out you were here. I don’t need them suspecting something.”

After Sherlock left, the teacher couldn’t believe he did that. Greg knew what John was probably thinking, and he wouldn’t live this one down. John always said that Greg had little self-control after he had his first taste of sex with John. Even then, John seemed to be a natural at awakening a desire within you that you didn’t know existed. He was a fast learner, and John had been with a few others before Greg. He had been a player in his early days at school, but Greg changed that. Greg was ruined for anyone else. Once he met John, there was an instant connection. 

Greg never thought he would be the dominant one with anyone, but then he met Sherlock, a far more mature sixteen-year-old. Sherlock did have his moments, but he was still young. Greg enjoyed and looked forward to it, but he was at school, needing to focus on work, not his teenage lover.

oOo

When the front door opened, Greg was on the couch sipping wine. The Doctor slipped his shoes off by the door and approached Greg. It appeared to be a long day for the teacher, as his glass of wine was nearly full. 

“How was work?” John asked.

“It wasn’t bad but a bit, um, tense when I had Sherlock in class,” Greg said. “This morning, he visited my classroom an hour before school started.”

John could guess what happened, “So, lived out that fantasy of yours.” Greg shot him a look; John smiled, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Came close to getting caught, but he locked my classroom door. He hid in my office as another teacher needed to talk to me; somehow, it was arousing.” Greg said, “Which left me more sexually frustrated after he left.”

“Now you know how I felt the first nine months home. Temptation right before me every single day.” John told him.

Greg shook his head. “Point taken, and let me guess, you want me to go to the bedroom.” John smirked, and Greg growled, “First, my drink.”

“Fair enough. Don’t expect me to go easy.” John said, head down to the bedroom.

Greg realised he had opened a door he couldn’t close again; at least when Sherlock moved in, John had someone else to play with. John would be relentless, and Sherlock was also; the three matched perfectly. Sherlock, a young teenager, wanted older lovers to bring him to a natural high and saw him as a human; John, an Army Captain, enjoyed dominating his lovers and kept Greg in check -so he could do the same for Sherlock. Greg was a free-spirited teacher who needed more help than he was willing to admit. 

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As the rain poured outside, John was bored with his week off. He wasn’t due to start his new job for another four days. As John began to make tea, the front door opened. He looked down the front hall, ready to grab his weapon. But it was only the Sex Kitten; why was Sherlock here?

“Kitten, you should be in school,” John said.

Sherlock smirked, “No, as of yesterday, I’m not required to go back. I qualified for my graduation exam last week and passed.”

“Does Greg know?” John asked.

“It’s a surprise; paperwork with that school takes a day or two. I’m going to tell him tonight; we can celebrate. You look rather bored.” Sherlock said.

In one swift move, John pinned Sherlock to the wall, grinning, “Who says I’m bored still? I have you here and all to myself, Kitten.”

Sherlock moaned as John pressed his lips to the teen’s soft ones, pushing against him as their lips moved against each other. John threaded his hand through Sherlock’s curls, roughly tilting his head.

“You’re a naughty Kitten; it’s about time I punished you for being a brat,” John whispered into his ear. “Is that understood?”

Sherlock swallowed hard, “Yes, Captain.”

John smirked, unbuttoning Sherlock’s trousers, pulling his button-up out, and moving his hands down to the bottom corners as they kissed. Sherlock's moan of shock was muffled as John ripped open his shirt, making his heart race. John kissed down the boy’s jaw to his neck, tracing along his soft, supple skin. He leaned down, licking Sherlock’s nipple, making the boy moan.

“We should move this to the bedroom; next time, I’ll do something more out here,” John said.

The teen gasped as he was lifted by John, his large hands under his thighs. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John’s neck.

“Relax, I’m not going to let fall,” John said softly.

The Doctor carried him to the bedroom but threw him onto the bed. John got over the teenager, kissing him roughly by grabbing his hair roughly. Sherlock fisted the sheets as they kissed, lips moving against each other with pure lust. John then removed Sherlock’s school tie, pinning his wrist above his head after using the tie to bind his wrist. John grabbed Sherlock roughly by the chin.

“You're all mine, Sex Kitten.” John leaned in, whispering, “Such a gorgeous young Kitten.”

John moved down, pulling aside Sherlock’s shirt and gaining access to his ripe pink nipples. The Doctor swirled his tongue around the pink nub, making Sherlock moan. The teen moaned as the older man twisted his nipple while sucking on the other. John moved away and roughly pulled down the teen’s trousers; he all but ripped them as they came off of his Sex Kitten. Then, John grabbed Sherlock by the waist and flipped the teen.

“Still the same safe word, Kitten?” John asked.

“Yes, Captain,” Sherlock replied.

John got off the bed, went to the dresser, found the riding crop, and returned to Sherlock. “I bet you have wanted to be punished, am I right, Kitten?”

Sherlock swallowed hard when he felt the riding crop slid along the soft skin of his arse, “Yes, Captain.”

John licked his lips, “Have you been a naughty Kitten?”

Sherlock moaned, “Yes, Captain.”

John lifted the riding crop, smacking against Sherlock's skin; the teen cried out. It sent a chill down Sherlock’s spine, and he grabbed the bedding with another smack. The teen had been waiting for this, but being a virgin, John had warmed him up to the feelings he would be having once they started.

Sherlock cried out with each hit as his skin turned red and heated up; his supple, pale skin appeared nearly white. The teen buried his face into the bed as John stopped, pain mixed with pleasure.  John’s wild nature was one of the main attractions. John grabbed oil, getting over him and applying a good amount to Sherlock’s eager hole. John pressed his thumb to it, tracing around it and then pushing it into his more petite lover.

John inserted a finger, moving it in and out, earning wanton moans from Sherlock. Finally, the older man moved up, exposing Sherlock’s neck whimpering as John sucked his neck, adding a second finger.

“My sweet Kitten,” John murmured against Sherlock’s neck.

The petite teen moaned as John prepped him with three fingers moving towards him. Sherlock needed more, and John read that.

“You need something, Kitten?” John asked.

Sherlock swallowed hard, moaning, “Yes, Captain.”

John licked his lips, “Tell me what you need, Kitten.”

Sherlock whimpered. “I need you to stuff me and claim me, Captain.”

John removed his fingers and bent Sherlock’s legs lifting lush arse into the air. The Captain positioned himself behind his young Kitten. John lined his hard cock up with Sherlock’s entrance and penetrated the boy. He moved in and out of Sherlock, holding his waist tight enough to bruise them possibly. Sherlock moaned as John thrust deep and hard into his willing hole.

Sherlock’s moans filled the room as John started to move faster inside his small lover. The boy swayed his hips towards John, provoking the older man to thrust erratically. Finally, John hit a bundle of nerves, nudging Sherlock’s prostate, earning a loud cry from the boy. Sherlock cried out as his prostate was hit, grabbing onto the bed.

The boy’s hips shivered with each thrust as John hit just the right spots, making him quiver. Sherlock fisted the bedding as John hit his prostate again. As John moved in and out of him erratic, the boy moaned loudly, Sherlock’s cock leaking pre-cum as it twitched. John didn’t hold back as he went harder into his sex Kitten. John found it hard to hold back further as Sherlock made sweet noises. 

John made one deep and hard jab into Sherlock’s prostate before he came into his young Kitten.  His seed filling Sherlock as the Kitten was still on edge, and John pulled out, turning his boyish young lover on his back.

“Too bad Foxy isn’t here; he could finish you off,” John said, kissing Sherlock. “I guess you need to do it yourself.”

“Yes, Captain,” Sherlock said.

John lay next to him as they kissed, and Sherlock pumped his cock. His wrists were still bound and sore but pleasant. Sherlock’s thighs quivered as he came with his moans muffled.

John pulled away, “I think you need a shower now, Kitten.”

The Doctor unbound Sherlock and went to start the shower for intimate aftercare. Sherlock joined John in the bathroom, stepping into the shower. John had already begun, and John pulled Sherlock into a kiss. The kiss was not lustful but tender, as were the touches.  He only expected this from Greg; the teacher was more of a gentle soul. Greg and Sherlock needed someone like John to bring out something within him. Sherlock was a genius with a mind that never stopped racing; it was like it just stopped with John. The surrender gave them both a sense of desire, as John wanted them.

Sherlock had spent plenty of time with his teacher—slash—lover to learn why he was a Sub to John. The teenager had no idea he would enjoy or need it as much as he did. 

“You like this with all your subs?” Sherlock asked.

“I only have two; I do the same with him. It isn’t just about me, now is it?” John said.

Sherlock needed Greg and John; they showed him the love he didn’t think he needed. The teenager enjoyed every moment with them; Sherlock started wanting more than just a casual relationship. The talk about him moving in didn’t mean it would turn serious, but it hinted at the fact.

As the shower went on, the more tender it became, but it didn’t lead to sex. Instead, John took the time to bathe him while massaging every part of his slender body, his pale skin soft to each touch as John's rough hands. The sensation reminded Sherlock how much John wanted him. After the shower, Sherlock stayed in the bathroom wrapped in a towel sitting on the counter as he thought about his developing feelings.

John had started tea when Sherlock came out wearing nothing but Greg’s shirt.

“Stealing his clothes now?” John said.

“Couldn’t find yours, hiding them?” Sherlock said.

John chuckled, “Wouldn’t dream of it. You were in there a while; something the matter?”

Sherlock shook his head, “No, just thinking. You explained what I should expect when I moved in. Will it be more than casual?”

John smiled, pulling Sherlock onto his lap so he could straddle him. “That’s up to you; Greg has already fallen for you. He never had to say it. I’ll admit it wasn’t anything like that, but you are growing more on me. It is a shame to let you get away.”

Sherlock shared a sweet and passionate kiss with John: “I want more, and I haven’t felt like this for anyone; even Greg notices that. He’s smarter than I gave him credit for.”

“Greg is smart; we both want you. Finding someone to fit into our relationship was more difficult than we thought. You can understand having the right balance.” John said, running his hands through Sherlock’s curls, “As much as Greg enjoys what I do with him. He also wanted a third partner who would be submissive to him. We talked about adding a third partner. We didn’t think it was someone as young as you and untouched by anyone else.”

Sherlock smiled, “Well, I do know what I want. Can we talk about moving in when Greg gets back?”

John nodded, “We can; you are no longer his student. Though we still have to be careful.”

Sherlock rested his head on John’s shoulders, embracing the older man. The teen smiled, content.

By the time Greg had gotten home from work, Sherlock had been covered in a blanket on the couch, head resting on John’s lap. John had a movie on as Greg went over kissing John.

“I was wondering where he went to; he wasn’t at school,” Greg said.

John smiled, “He can tell you when he wakes up; I probably wore him out.”

Greg poured himself a drink and sat down on the opposite side of Sherlock. “Did you punish him?” John smirked, looking away. “No wonder he’s tired.”

Sherlock looked peaceful as he slept, curling up more to John as he sipped his drink. The movie was a classic that John watched with his parents, and Greg enjoyed it, “How did he take it?”

“He isn’t that fragile,” John said, rubbing Sherlock’s arm. “You’re going to have to tell your parents or decide if they are worth talking to.”

Greg let out a sigh, “He brought it up. I know, but you know what they are like. I want to enjoy the relationship without interference. I don’t think my mum would agree with this; she barely likes you. I can’t understand why you didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, you waited till I was of consenting age. It just bugs me.”

“I wouldn’t tell you what to do, but they haven’t helped you. Sherlock doesn’t deserve that either; they will look down upon him and blame me.” But John told him, “I will support you no matter what.”

Greg sipped his wine, looked at Sherlock, and thought about what he wanted for the three of them. Sherlock meant much to him, just as much as John did to him. His husband had spent years tolerating his in-laws, but there had to be a point where enough was enough. Greg smiled, thinking about what life would be like with Sherlock if Greg didn’t have his parents in his ear. They wouldn’t stop telling him how wrong John was for him. 

“Greg?”

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” Greg said.

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During the early morning hours, Sherlock woke up early to get in a shower. Greg was just getting ready when the teen came out. Sherlock only had the towel wrapped around his waist. Greg checked his bag for work, ensuring he had the graded assignments.

“How long before you leave?” Sherlock asked.

Greg turned his head, smiling, “Not long enough for the usual morning wake-up.”

Sherlock walked over, leaning against the desk, “Who says that’s what I had in mind?”

The teacher’s cheeks flushed as he looked away; Sherlock smirked, moving closer, “Would help you from thinking of me all day, under your desk. My hand wrapped around your hard cock, licking pre-cum.”

Greg groaned; the teenager had this effect on him that no one ever had. A sixteen-year-old could make the older man feel like a teenager. Sherlock had such a damn way about him that could distract his former teacher.

“You don’t give up, do you?” Greg asked.

Sherlock licked his lips, removed the towel and kissed the older man’s lips. Greg pinned the teen to the desk as the kisses deepened, quickly becoming more passionate. The older man’s trousers were becoming tighter, with Sherlock unbuttoning them and slipping his hand in. Greg moaned, fisting Sherlock’s curls, earning a groan from his more petite lover. The older man pressed into Sherlock’s hand as he palmed it. 

Greg pulled away, catching his breath, “Let’s put that mouth of yours to good use, Kitten.” 

Sherlock licked his lips, pulling his hand out with Greg moving back and sitting in the office chair. The older man pulled his pants and trousers down just enough to expose his rigid member. The teen was on his knees, moving up, wrapping his hand around the stiff member and pumping it. He wrapped his mouth around the head, bobbing his head up and down, massaging Greg’s balls. 

The older man moaned, fisting Sherlock’s curls as he moved his tongue up the shaft and around. Greg moaned, “Perfect, my sweet Kitten.”

Sherlock licked the slit swirling his tongue around the swollen head as Greg held tighter on his curls. The teen liked the pain mixed with pleasure as he wrapped his hand around his cock. Greg groaned as Sherlock relaxed his throat, taking him deeper while teasing the slit with his tongue. 

The teacher inhaled a deep breath, muttering, “You’re a damn tease, Kitten.”

Sherlock enjoyed being reminded of that, and Greg fisting his curls tighter, started to fuck his mouth. The teen's moan was muffled as Greg moved his cock in and out of his mouth. The teen breathed between each thrust as the older man increased his speed. Greg deepthroated Sherlock pulling back out with a few more thrusts. Finally, the teacher deepthroats him one more time, coming down his throat.

Sherlock laid back on his knees; Greg grinned, “Stand up, Kitten.”

The teen did as told and still hard pulled closer, gasping as Greg took his rigid member into his mouth. Greg licked the slit of the swollen head, tasting the boy's pre-cum, Sherlock’s moans growing louder and becoming weak whimpers as Greg swirled his tongue around the shaft. Again, Sherlock gasped as Greg’s hand moved between his legs with his finger pressing to his entrance. 

“Ah, god.” Sherlock cried out; Greg had deep-throated him.

The teen grabbed Greg’s hair, all but fisting it while the teacher took the time to lick more pre-cum. Sherlock whimpered, “I’m close.”

Greg pushed a finger into Sherlock’s hole, moving it in and out as he teased his small lover's cock. Finally, the teen cried out as the older man drank down his hot seed, Sherlock’s thighs shaking. Greg moved away, covering up and sharing a kiss with Sherlock after.

“I need to go; I’ll see you tonight,” Greg said.

Sherlock smiled, “I’ll be waiting.”

The teen went to his bedroom laying in bed, finding a bottle of lube and a large dildo. Sherlock heard the door close as Greg left. John hadn’t woken up yet from being up late with his husband. 

oOo

After Greg had left for work, John woke up, getting ready to take Sherlock to get his belongings. While Mycroft hadn’t been home, it gave the two a chance to have fun in Sherlock’s bedroom. There was a chance neither would pass up before packing Sherlock’s room. But, the teenager enjoyed having John take him to his old bedroom; the neighbours undoubtedly heard the two.

Of course, the teen expected a text of annoyance from his brother once he figured it out. However, Mycroft had made that off-limits once Sherlock started dating the couple. 

After getting Sherlock home, they brought Sherlock's stuff into his room. Then John had to run a couple of errands. John returned from a grocery store run; he had stopped on the way there. “Have you finished unpacking?”

“Yeah, you tell Greg?” Sherlock asked.

“Yes, he had plenty of surprises last night,” John said, putting the food away and pulling out a bottle of wine and scotch. “You do know that your friend can’t say anything at school about this.” 

“She knows I’m not the only one involved with an older man or men,” Sherlock said. “I was wondering, have you only been with men?”

John smiled, “No one asked that before; they just assume I’m gay. Yes, I have. I wasn’t his first, just the first male lover. His first was some girlfriend, who was snobby and very controlling. Too controlling, as he said.”

“You talk about past lovers? I thought people were too sensitive to know what their partner was up to before meeting them.” Sherlock asked.

John had no problems with who Greg had been with prior; Greg didn’t care about whoever John had previously shagged. They had been honest from the start, and John was the type who hadn’t figured out if he wanted to settle down, being that he found traditional relationships tedious. 

“Why not? Teenage hormones have a way of making you do stupid things.” John said, “Even getting involved with someone you shouldn’t, I’m not saying you’re doing that. Greg and I certainly did at your age.” Sherlock chuckled at the thought; John looked over, “Why do you ask?”

“Curious. I have observed couples talking about this, who seem insulted. Almost Jealous.” Sherlock said.

“You know how many people get married or get involved with someone and then cheat on them but don’t leave? Too many. I think it’s pride or an ego thing. Not sure. Been married to Greg since I was twenty-one.” John said, “If Greg and I weren’t happy with each other, then we both admit it.”

Sherlock liked that Greg and John were honest; Greg had found it hard to admit he fell for a teenage student and struggled with that. Then, with almost losing his husband. However, the teacher and John are human; the couple had a good relationship, and the Sherlock part balanced it. Greg could be dominant Sherlock, while John could enjoy having two subs, both more than willing to please him. The couple fantasised about a third partner to give them both what they wanted. John made Greg watch as he took another sub, and Greg had someone to fuck senselessly. 

“You're honest about wanting someone else and sharing; that’s more than I can say for many I have met. However, there is something about forbidden fruit that’s erotic; you know what I mean?” Sherlock asked.

John nodded, “Yes, most of the time, it doesn’t last. But, unlike our case, it does. It's probably the reason it works out so well. We need more than just average.”

Sherlock nodded, “You said you had a detective friend, one you help on cases.”

John smirked at the idea that he knew this was leading up to. Like Greg, Sherlock was young and curious and still liked to experiment. He had a friend who preferred to remain single but got around.

“Yes, Inspector O’Malley. He sometimes needs help with medical advice. He’s like you, a genius but less rude with more charm.” John said. Sherlock shot him a look, “Irish Charm, and he only likes to top.”

“Have you ever had him over for sex?” Sherlock asked.

“Once, Greg was curious about being with someone else; that’s when we decided to open the relationship.” John said, “You curious?”

“Can’t say I am; Greg hinted at what you guys were up to before he deployed. A man with trust issues opening a relationship to share his husband seems odd.” Sherlock said, trying to hide what he wondered about being with someone other than Greg as John watched or joined in. But, of course, Greg would be one to join in.

John grinned, “Greg is planning on having dinner with his parents, which shouldn’t end well, I’m sure, but while he’s with them, I think you should make coming home special.”

Sherlock’s heart skipped a beat at the thought, but he was excited; John probably also knew it helped Greg calm down after getting home. Greg had mentioned his parents could be quite a handful and highly uptight. 

“Sure, maybe I should dress up a bit,” Sherlock murmured.

“Greg will leave you bed-bound the next day,” John said, inches from Sherlock and touching his chin. It's good that I have a few days left before my new job starts. Then, we can play doctor.”

By this point, Sherlock had started making tea, and John had returned to the car to get something. Sherlock looked out the window as John pulled out a couple of black shopping bags. What was he up to? John had been out a while. When John returned, he went down the hall while the teen made tea. John came back in, sneaking up behind his small lover.

Sherlock found it challenging to focus on the tea as John used his hand to move his curls behind his ears, leaning in, “Such a beauty.”

Sherlock bit his lip, “It’s that, or you are bored.”

John couldn’t argue about boredom, but it never drove him to this; the Doctor turned to Sherlock and sat him on the counter without spilling the tea. Sherlock moved it aside before John fisted his dark curls, pulling him into a kiss. The teen moaned into the kiss as John pressed against him. John pulled away, leaning close to his ear and tracing his hand along Sherlock's soft, exposed skin.

Sherlock only had pants and a t-shirt on still; John found himself drawn even more to Sherlock. However, he wanted to try something new with his teenage boyfriend. John was close enough to whisper, all but growling to the pale, slender teen, “I bought you some lingerie, Kitten.”

Sherlock swallowed hard as his heartbeat increased, feeling like it would leap out of his chest. John noticed Sherlock kissing his neck, moving up his jaw until his lips met Sherlock's soft, plush lips.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in one right now,” John said against his lips. Sherlock was speechless, “Let me put it this way: I want to see you in one, now Kitten.”

Sherlock swallowed hard, and the command made him want to act; he stuttered, “Yes, Captain.”

John moved away, and Sherlock pushed off the counter a bit shaky. The teen composed himself, cheeks flushed, making his pale skin look white. John smirked, watching the more miniature teen.

The doctor walked to the master bedroom; once Sherlock was in his room, he pulled leather cuffs and a collar with cuffs attached by chains. He had peeked in Sherlock’s room while the teen took a shower after he unpacked, finding a duffle bag with sex toys. 

John waited as Sherlock changed into one of the outfits. He stood in the doorway to the master bedroom. After a while, the second bedroom door opened; Sherlock had his silk robe on.

“Couldn’t pick, Kitten?” John asked.

Sherlock swallowed hard, looking down, “Yes.”

John walked over with restraints in hand, and Sherlock twitched as John entered the room. The teen noticed the bonds. John had moved to the other side of the bed, dragging out a duffle bag.

“That robe is hiding what I want to see.” John walked over to the nervous teen.

Sherlock found it arousing to be in anything that teased his older lovers but still felt weird.

John untied the robe and helped it to slip off of the teen. The doctor licked his lips as Sherlock looked down with flushed cheeks.

The teen had chosen a sheer black lace teddy with spaghetti straps and a v-shape neck exposing his chest. John traced his hand along Sherlock’s soft, pale skin to his chin, making him look up.

“You look even more gorgeous than I imagined,” John murmured.

Sherlock’s skin looked paler as he blushed, and John’s large hand moved along his skin. The boy was nervous as tingling sensations moved through his body. Nevertheless, Sherlock enjoyed the gentle touch of the Doctor. Fortunately, John could be just as soft as the teacher but as rough as dominating the tiny teen.

Sherlock finds it challenging to look at John when he wants to; there is a hunger for him. The petite teen felt like prey, as if John had hunted and trapped him. Nevertheless, Sherlock was his to use as he wanted -which the boy enjoyed just as much as John. 

“Are you nervous, Kitten?” John asked.

Sherlock swallowed hard, choking out, “Yes, Captain.”

John moved closer, murmuring, “I must change that.”

John stepped away, going over to the bed, grabbing the handcuffs, gesturing the boy over. Sherlock walked over steadily, and John stepped behind him, holding his wrist and securing the leather around Sherlock’s wrist. John moved close to Sherlock’s ear, whispering sternly, “On your knees, Kitten.”

Sherlock moved down on his knees, managing to remain balanced. John undid his trousers, pulling them down just enough to pull his semi-hard cock. When the older man stepped closer, Sherlock didn’t need to be told what to do next. The boy wrapped his mouth around that large cock, bobbing his head up and down John’s length. The boy swirled his tongue around the shaft and then up to the head, earning a groan from the Doctor.

“Such a good sex, Kitten,” John murmured, grabbing Sherlock’s hair.

The boy teased the head of his cock and licked John’s slit, making him moan louder, and the Doctor fisted his curls. He all but pulled Sherlock off and tilted his head back, leaning in, whispering, “You are a fucking tease, Kitten.” John groaned, “You had fun; it’s time for me to have mine.”

Sherlock’s heart pounded loud enough he could hear it; the teen, helped by his older lover, was tossed on the bed. Sherlock lay on the edge as he was positioned on his back, resting on his arms. John grabbed the collar, buckling it around the teen’s neck, bent one leg to meet with his chest, and secured the cuff around his ankle. The Doctor repeated the motion with the other leg as Sherlock’s nerves got to him -yet aroused simultaneously. 

John went to the duffle bag of sex toys and found the cock ring, going back to the teen slipping it on Sherlock’s erect cock. The boy groaned in frustration, and not knowing what John had planned, he felt excited. 

The doctor kneeled at the edge of the bed using two fingers to spread Sherlock’s soft ass cheeks further after undoing the hooks that held the middle fabric together. The boy whimpered as John licked around his ripe pink hole. John began to eat out his young sex Kitten, earning moans from him as John’s tongue lightly teased his entrance. John pushed his tongue, making Sherlock's moans grow louder as he ravished his hole, no longer holding back.

“Ah, god.” Sherlock moaned.

The teen moaned as John ran his hand along Sherlock’s thighs, callus hands on his soft, pale skin. John moved away, making Sherlock whimper, moving over to the duffle bag, grabbing lube and a large dildo. The Doctor applied lube to the toy, pressing it to his teen lover's hole, pushing it in, and Sherlock moaned as John held onto one of his thighs, moving it in and out of the teen. The boy moaned as John teased his hole, making sure to nudge his prostate.

John pumps one hand as he earns sweet moans from Sherlock, murmuring, “Such a sweet Kitten.”

Sherlock cried out when John used the toy to hit a bundle of nerves while palming his cock. The boy bit his lip as John teased the slit of his rigid member while increasing the speed of the dildo. Sherlock’s hands fisted as John hit bundles of nerves further, and his cries became louder. The teen thighs shivering the more, the older man teased the swollen head of his erection with his thumb across the slit as it leaked. Sherlock wiggled as much as he could with his head thrown back after John nudged his prostate. Finally, John pulled the dildo out, leaving Sherlock to empty, but didn’t plan for that to last long.

The Doctor removed his clothes, tossing them aside and lifting Sherlock back on the bed. John kneeled on the bed, lifting Sherlock’s arse and lining his hard cock up with the teen’s eager hole. Sherlock groaned as he felt the older man stuff his entrance, holding onto his waist. 

Sherlock moaned loudly as John thrust in and out of the small boy, and the noises emitting from the sex Kitten were enough to drive John closer to the edge. The older man increased his speed, moving in and out, hitting bundles of nerves as Sherlock’s thighs quivered. John made sure to angle himself to hit the boy's prostate again, making him cry out as Sherlock threw his head back. The teen whimpered as it was nudged repeatedly by John, with both close to the edge. 

Sherlock’s breathing hitched as his cock leaked pre-cum as it twitched with John’s grip tighter on his hips. The more diminutive teen’s cries drove John to edge as he made a strong thrust into the teen, and Sherlock seized up. The boy cried out louder than he had before as he came over, his abdomen and legs shaking with hole tightening. John muttered to himself, digging his nails into the sex Kitten, giving a few weak thrusts before he couldn’t hold back. John’s hot seed was filling the teenager as he rode out the orgasm.

When John pulled out, he undid the restraints, freeing Sherlock as he caught his breath. John went to clean up only after getting something for the boy to clean up. John lay in bed under the blanket, Sherlock joining him, still wearing the teddy.

Sherlock sat in bed, “You can’t seem to get enough.”

John looked over at his young lover, “You have a theory.”

“Greg’s sex drive is average; yours is above average. Has it always been like this?”

“Greg swears it’s gotten worse as I have gotten older. He could be right, but I wouldn’t know the difference,” John told him. “You’ll figure out what he means, but don’t mistake it just for lust.”

Sherlock straddled John under the blanket, “I know it’s more than that. No one can fault you for lusting over Greg and me.”

Four years had been a long time to go without, but he was overseas and occupied three of those years. The last few months had been hard -figuratively and literally- for John to hold back. But, now that the sexual tension had been released, there was no holding him back. 

“I doubt you had an interest in me until I came home and you spied on us,” John said.

“You weren’t interested in me either until I broke into the flat.” Then, Sherlock stated, “You just wanted me for my looks.”

John chuckled, “I could say the same thing about you.”

Sherlock didn’t argue that; the two had grown on each other since the first night. John found the teenager everything the couple needed. John saw a change in his husband for good. Greg had opened up more than he had in the past few years; there was a skip in his step. John had wanted to see his partner break free from the doubt that he held.

“Yet, we both know it’s done him a world of good to have me around,” Sherlock said.

John smiled, “Indeed, no matter how much I make you feel like a sex object.”

Sherlock licked his lips, “I don’t mind that; that’s exactly what I wanted from you.”

oOo

Greg got home and headed down the hall when he didn’t see either of his partners. His parents and opinions aggravated him; they pulled what they usually did. He tried to recommend a reasonable divorce attorney, as John would leave him for the Army. They didn’t believe he left the Army and that it was a lie he told Greg. The teacher had finally had enough and didn't tell them about Sherlock before getting up and leaving. Greg ignored their calls and texts, at least until twenty minutes ago. After that, he didn’t want to hear or see them again.

The teacher stopped in front of Sherlock’s bedroom, finding Sherlock asleep in John’s arms. The Doctor was also sleeping, and clothes were on the floor, spotting something with lace. Greg smiled; he had a good idea what that was. The teacher decided to take a shower and change into something more comfortable.

As soon as the water started, Sherlock started to stir as he heard the water. John didn’t wake up as Sherlock got out of bed, slipping on a robe. Instead, he noticed the red marks from the restraints. At first, the position had been a bit uncomfortable, laying on his arms with his wrist restrained before his ankles were the same and held up by the chain attached to the collar. 

Sherlock went to the master bedroom to wait for the bed; Greg’s shower didn’t last long. Finally, the teacher came in wrapped in a towel.

“Did I wake you?” Greg said.

“Didn’t go well?” Sherlock said, holding his mobile up.

Greg took it, “No, it still feels weird treating you like an adult, not a student. I would say I shouldn’t be telling you any of this.”

Sherlock chuckled, “Well, things have changed.”

Greg grabbed Sherlock’s wrist, “So, John had some fun; I can guess what he did when I saw the collar.”

“Certainly added to the thrill; he found my bag of sex toys, too,” Sherlock said. Greg looked at him, “Well, you had to do something until you finally came to your senses. Couldn’t walk around with a boner all the time.”

The teacher left that alone since Sherlock didn’t seem to understand that he was a minor and had made it inappropriate. Finally, the teacher sat on the bed and asked, “Did John buy you something?”

Sherlock nodded, “A few things. Did he get some for you?”

“No, I told him I wouldn’t do that. Anything else I could do, but I don’t dress like a woman. Nothing wrong with it, but not my street.” Greg said. “Yours as it seems. I know John will enjoy that; I know I will, but not tonight.”

After removing his towel, Greg got under the covers; the teen slipped the robe back off and curled up to his former teacher. Sherlock rested his head on Greg’s chest, closing his eyes as he felt the older man run his hand through his curls. It soothed Sherlock as he listened to Greg’s heartbeat, forgetting everything around him.

The older man started to forget what was troubling him as his young lover eased into slumber. Greg smiled, content, understanding more of how John had felt throughout their relationship.