Watson gave Holmes a fond, if slightly reproachful look. He could not really get enough of hearing Holmes speak to him in that tone, as unwise as it might be. It made him feel ridiculously shy, too, to be the target of such a tone of voice, especially from Holmes of all people.
This vacation had been... well, extremely splendid. It was every opportunity to escape from their usual life (which was admittedly far more exciting on any given day than the average man experienced in a lifetime) and stretch out and simply be... well... with Holmes. He could scarcely believe Holmes had agreed to a vacation, let alone one so... romantic as this.
Once inside, he shut the door behind them, locking it -- one could not be too careful, after all. "If I didn't know any better," he murmured, in a very low voice, "I would think I ought to be very careful around you."
"My dear Watson," he replies silkily, smiling a very smugly happy smile, "you ought to be very careful around me. I have designs upon you, you know. They are not innocent." He leans in and kisses Watson slowly, insinuating himself against him.
It's been affirming, too, to go around with Watson and know that they're in a relationship. He'd known since the first day, but ever since Lestrade caught them, he's felt much closer to Watson, and much more confident that Watson has stronger feelings for him. Holmes, for his part, knows he's in love with Watson. It's the only reason that he could feel so lazily content most of the time, and avoid his restless black spells. It's hard not to love Watson, anyway, with him being so charming and sweet and handsome and such a good kisser.
He doesn't mind that Watson hasn't said it yet... mostly. This vacation is doing much to console Holmes's ever-present worries, and he's content simply being with Watson. Watson is appropriately adoring, after all.
Watson put his arms around Holmes, resting his hands on Holmes's elbows, and returned the kiss enthusiastically. He was... getting used to this. No, that was completely the wrong turn of phrase. It suggested that it was a terrible, difficult thing to deal with, and it wasn't. It was still fairly new, it was different, it was frightening and illegal, but it was also wonderful despite all that.
"Not innocent, indeed," he murmured. "You certainly don't waste time, do you?"
He pulled Holmes's face down with a finger or two on his chin, in order to kiss him a little better. Rome was incredible, but the best part of it was Holmes. Admitting that to himself was frightening.
Watson seems so much more confident, too, and that gives Holmes a rush of satisfaction that makes this vacation worth it. He isn't the idle type, but he's hardly been idle here, wooing Watson and letting himself be wooed, too. The fingers against his chin would make him smile, were his lips not busy doing something else.
"Me? You very nearly propositioned me in that sultry voice of yours the minute we set foot in the door." He smiles playfully and reaches between them, pushing open Watson's jacket so that he can unbutton his waistcoat.
It was easy enough to make their way to another hotel; Watson was glad enough to let Holmes lead the way to what was judged the safest place for them to stay.
His head was positively spinning. Now that he had said that he loved Holmes, part of him was tempted to just say it over and over until it properly sank in. Add in the general rush that came with risking life and limb (even unintionally), and it was hard to know what to do with himself.
At the same time, he was feeling genuinely tired out by the events of the day.
He set down his bag as they came into this second hotel room, and looked it over, comparing it to the one they had left behind. It would do.
"Shall I wait for you to give the room a glance over for traps?" Watson asked, only half joking.
"Yes," he says simply, not joking at all, and he lays a hand on Watson's arm, silently telling him to hold still, as he sets about the room. He checks the windows first, very carefully, looking for suspicious characters; he makes sure the windows are securely fastened and the curtains closed. Then he looks for more immediate threats in the room with them. The room is thankfully clean, however.
It's still so unfair that he must worry for their safety when he and Watson should be cuddling in bed, though maybe without their snake interruption, there wouldn't have been any confession at all.
"We're safe for now, my dear." Crossing the room to Watson, he reaches out for him, wanting very much to have him near.
Watson was only too glad to reach back, to slide his arms around Holmes and draw himself close. It seemed like the world was falling apart around them, that disaster was waiting for them at every turn, but Holmes was here, and they were (for the moment) safe, and in love. That was the biggest miracle of all.
He closed his eyes, drawing in Holmes's warmth and familiar presence. Watson tucked his face into Holmes's neck, kissing him gently. He felt like just clutching, holding tight, being safe in this strange, illegal way.
"Do you have any objection to retiring now?" he murmured.
"None at all," he murmurs against Watson's hair, and he wraps his arms snugly around Watson. It's infinitely comfortable to stand here in the familiar warmth, though he doubts 'I would like to stand here and embrace you for a while' makes a good objection to getting into bed.
Not that Holmes would sleep much tonight. But laying by Watson's side is enough for him, anyway.
"Shall I help you out of this again?" He draws away and reaches for Watson's waistcoat, smiling faintly. "I think I enjoy unbuttoning it more than buttoning it."
Openness. Watson thought that was more than manageable. He let out a small grunt and let his head drop back when Holmes's fingers touched him, his eyes shutting.
"If I couldn't manage openness," he said, "I would not now be here at all, would I? I would never have let you kiss me." He opened his eyes again, smiling, but there was definitely beginning to be a distinct touch of lust in his humour. Despite his concern, his worry, his nervousness, he was beginning to lose himself in the moment, and the was probably a big part of how he'd managed to come this far. He had always been a sexual person, had enjoyed his dalliances with women, believed firmly that it was a normal and natural thing and nothing to be ashamed of. What he was working on now was his attitude about the sex of his partner, that was all.
And he was making, so far, a reasonable rate of success. Or so he hoped.
"And now I do a very good deal more than merely let you kiss me."
"That you do," he murmurs silkily. He couldn't have asked for a better segue into sucking Watson's cock, which is his plan; now he can illustrate Watson's openness by kissing the head of his cock. He loves that they can have this sort of conversation during sex; they can joke and tease and fall so easily into each other's arms that he challenges anyone who says this isn't natural.
"I'm very thankful, as coincidentally, you also have a gorgeous cock." He flashes a smile and then takes the tip of Watson's cock into his mouth. He finds himself growing impatient now that they're approaching the critical moment in which they'll find out whether or not Watson can handle the sensation of penetration.
Giving another grunt, savouring the sensation, Watson tensed before relaxing into the mattress with a deep, throaty sigh. This was beyond perfect, beyond wonderful. What justice in the world could there be if this was a sin? This was as wonderful and satisfying, as perfect as any interlude with a woman he had had. Better than some; his feelings for Holmes ran rather deeper than what he'd felt some girls he had known in his youth.
He let his fingers tangle in Holmes's hair, stroking the back of his neck. He was still waiting for the inevitable progression, wondering how uncomfortable or painful it might end up being -- but no, Holmes would not hurt him purposefully, he did not believe that.
"You seem rather enamoured with it, I've noticed," he said, breathlessly, wanting to keep up this teasing conversation. "To my definite benefit."
"Yes, well." He licks Watson's cock firmly from base to head as he opens the bottle of lubricant and starts to slick his fingers well. "My studying of you is not reduced to watching you from across the room. I'm an active researcher."
His fingers properly coated, he takes hold of Watson's cock again at the base and kisses it it delicately a few times, while he positions his finger against Watson's entrance. He watches Watson for his reactions as he slowly works his finger inside; he keeps up his gentle attention on Watson's cock, not wanting to overpower him.
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This vacation had been... well, extremely splendid. It was every opportunity to escape from their usual life (which was admittedly far more exciting on any given day than the average man experienced in a lifetime) and stretch out and simply be... well... with Holmes. He could scarcely believe Holmes had agreed to a vacation, let alone one so... romantic as this.
Once inside, he shut the door behind them, locking it -- one could not be too careful, after all. "If I didn't know any better," he murmured, in a very low voice, "I would think I ought to be very careful around you."
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It's been affirming, too, to go around with Watson and know that they're in a relationship. He'd known since the first day, but ever since Lestrade caught them, he's felt much closer to Watson, and much more confident that Watson has stronger feelings for him. Holmes, for his part, knows he's in love with Watson. It's the only reason that he could feel so lazily content most of the time, and avoid his restless black spells. It's hard not to love Watson, anyway, with him being so charming and sweet and handsome and such a good kisser.
He doesn't mind that Watson hasn't said it yet... mostly. This vacation is doing much to console Holmes's ever-present worries, and he's content simply being with Watson. Watson is appropriately adoring, after all.
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"Not innocent, indeed," he murmured. "You certainly don't waste time, do you?"
He pulled Holmes's face down with a finger or two on his chin, in order to kiss him a little better. Rome was incredible, but the best part of it was Holmes. Admitting that to himself was frightening.
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"Me? You very nearly propositioned me in that sultry voice of yours the minute we set foot in the door." He smiles playfully and reaches between them, pushing open Watson's jacket so that he can unbutton his waistcoat.
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His head was positively spinning. Now that he had said that he loved Holmes, part of him was tempted to just say it over and over until it properly sank in. Add in the general rush that came with risking life and limb (even unintionally), and it was hard to know what to do with himself.
At the same time, he was feeling genuinely tired out by the events of the day.
He set down his bag as they came into this second hotel room, and looked it over, comparing it to the one they had left behind. It would do.
"Shall I wait for you to give the room a glance over for traps?" Watson asked, only half joking.
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It's still so unfair that he must worry for their safety when he and Watson should be cuddling in bed, though maybe without their snake interruption, there wouldn't have been any confession at all.
"We're safe for now, my dear." Crossing the room to Watson, he reaches out for him, wanting very much to have him near.
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He closed his eyes, drawing in Holmes's warmth and familiar presence. Watson tucked his face into Holmes's neck, kissing him gently. He felt like just clutching, holding tight, being safe in this strange, illegal way.
"Do you have any objection to retiring now?" he murmured.
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Not that Holmes would sleep much tonight. But laying by Watson's side is enough for him, anyway.
"Shall I help you out of this again?" He draws away and reaches for Watson's waistcoat, smiling faintly. "I think I enjoy unbuttoning it more than buttoning it."
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"If I couldn't manage openness," he said, "I would not now be here at all, would I? I would never have let you kiss me." He opened his eyes again, smiling, but there was definitely beginning to be a distinct touch of lust in his humour. Despite his concern, his worry, his nervousness, he was beginning to lose himself in the moment, and the was probably a big part of how he'd managed to come this far. He had always been a sexual person, had enjoyed his dalliances with women, believed firmly that it was a normal and natural thing and nothing to be ashamed of. What he was working on now was his attitude about the sex of his partner, that was all.
And he was making, so far, a reasonable rate of success. Or so he hoped.
"And now I do a very good deal more than merely let you kiss me."
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"I'm very thankful, as coincidentally, you also have a gorgeous cock." He flashes a smile and then takes the tip of Watson's cock into his mouth. He finds himself growing impatient now that they're approaching the critical moment in which they'll find out whether or not Watson can handle the sensation of penetration.
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He let his fingers tangle in Holmes's hair, stroking the back of his neck. He was still waiting for the inevitable progression, wondering how uncomfortable or painful it might end up being -- but no, Holmes would not hurt him purposefully, he did not believe that.
"You seem rather enamoured with it, I've noticed," he said, breathlessly, wanting to keep up this teasing conversation. "To my definite benefit."
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His fingers properly coated, he takes hold of Watson's cock again at the base and kisses it it delicately a few times, while he positions his finger against Watson's entrance. He watches Watson for his reactions as he slowly works his finger inside; he keeps up his gentle attention on Watson's cock, not wanting to overpower him.
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