"I've got you." A gun-calloused hand slid over Sherlock's hip before wrapping around his cock.
Sherlock bit his lip, bombarded by various stimuli. He tried to sort it out, categorize it--strong, capable grip, but gentle. Aftershave with a hint of gun oil. The tangy scent of tamarind overlaid by a strong whiff of the tea John had drunk not too long ago--but soon he was lost in pleasurable sensation of John's hand, his fingers. John's lips against the side of his neck.
"You, John Watson--" An involuntary groan fell from Sherlock's lips and his hips stuttered as John firmed his grip and gave a twist. "--are dangerous."
"Could be," John whispered, echoing long ago words spoken in the early days of their friendship. "Let go, Sherlock. Give it to me. I've got you."
John's arm curved around Sherlock's chest, cradling him in a protective embrace.
"I've never--" Sherlock half-sobbed as he shifted in John's lap. He'd taken himself in hand when his body demanded it and he could no longer ignore its call, but this was the first time he'd allowed another to touch him in this manner. It had never mattered before. Now it felt necessary.
"I know," John soothed, kissing his temple even as his hand moved faster. "But I've got you, Sherlock. Go on. Let go."
"I'll--" Sherlock clenched his eyes shut as his body began to tingle. "But I'll fall apart."
John kissed him again, nuzzling at his cheek. "And I will always put you back together again."
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Falling Apart
Date: 2013-11-27 05:08 am (UTC)Sherlock bit his lip, bombarded by various stimuli. He tried to sort it out, categorize it--strong, capable grip, but gentle. Aftershave with a hint of gun oil. The tangy scent of tamarind overlaid by a strong whiff of the tea John had drunk not too long ago--but soon he was lost in pleasurable sensation of John's hand, his fingers. John's lips against the side of his neck.
"You, John Watson--" An involuntary groan fell from Sherlock's lips and his hips stuttered as John firmed his grip and gave a twist. "--are dangerous."
"Could be," John whispered, echoing long ago words spoken in the early days of their friendship. "Let go, Sherlock. Give it to me. I've got you."
John's arm curved around Sherlock's chest, cradling him in a protective embrace.
"I've never--" Sherlock half-sobbed as he shifted in John's lap. He'd taken himself in hand when his body demanded it and he could no longer ignore its call, but this was the first time he'd allowed another to touch him in this manner. It had never mattered before. Now it felt necessary.
"I know," John soothed, kissing his temple even as his hand moved faster. "But I've got you, Sherlock. Go on. Let go."
"I'll--" Sherlock clenched his eyes shut as his body began to tingle. "But I'll fall apart."
John kissed him again, nuzzling at his cheek. "And I will always put you back together again."