"Yes." It was small and tentative and a little fearful. This was new for both of them- big and scary and new and wonderful. Of course he knew what John mean by 'touch'- not these small, light touches but what he had been doing to himself just a moment before.
Just the thought was making him hard again.
The base of John's cock was wide enough that he couldn't wrap his fingers all the way around it, but it thinned quickly, swooping up into a gentle curve that ended in a small, pointed tip.
Nervously, Sherlock took as much of the base as he could and held what he hoped wasn't too tight. Slowly, exploring with each movement, he slid his hand up John's length. It was so muscular, it felt almost prehensile in how strong it was. But it wasn't rough at all. It was a smooth as gliding across the sea, and he found himself at the tip faster than he thought he would have.
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Date: 2019-08-16 08:32 pm (UTC)Just the thought was making him hard again.
The base of John's cock was wide enough that he couldn't wrap his fingers all the way around it, but it thinned quickly, swooping up into a gentle curve that ended in a small, pointed tip.
Nervously, Sherlock took as much of the base as he could and held what he hoped wasn't too tight. Slowly, exploring with each movement, he slid his hand up John's length. It was so muscular, it felt almost prehensile in how strong it was. But it wasn't rough at all. It was a smooth as gliding across the sea, and he found himself at the tip faster than he thought he would have.