He was trembling as he felt Sherlock touch, explore. If this was wrong... He didn't care. He didn't want to be right. He wanted this with Sherlock. Oh Poseidon...

"Will you touch me?" he asked, leaving his hand near the base. He wanted it, all of it. It terrified him how much he wanted it, how quickly his heart seemed to be hurtling towards this two finner.

But, it also soared at the mere idea of being around him.