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“Dear me, dear me,” Holmes said in the sort of tone that either spoke a minor mishap with a jar of honey, or another great war breaking out. “Watson, don’t breathe that in.”
It was far too late for that, and I coughed as the cloud of sweet-smelling smoke engulfed me. “Pray tell me this is not a hallucinogen like that incident with the devil’s foot root.”
“No, no, nothing of the kind.” He rose, clearing his throat, and waved away the smoke hovering near him. “It poses no danger whatsoever. It is not a hallucinogen, nor a poison.”
“Thank God for that,” I said fervently, for the incident that I alluded to still haunted my dreams decades later.
“It is, however, an aphrodisiac.”
“My dear Holmes!” I gaped at him, astonished. “You are the very last man in the world I would have suspected of making such a thing, given your general attitude towards matters of love.”
“It has nothing to do with love,” he said with some little asperity, rubbing his long, thin hands together. “It merely produces an urge to copulate.”
I was already feeling the “urge to copulate”, and shifted uncomfortably in my armchair. “May I ask why you were attempting to induce the urge to copulate?”
“It was intended for the bees!” Holmes waved a hand vaguely towards the outdoors. “I was attempting to create a substance that would increase the efficiency of mating flights for both drones and new queens via additional motivation, but I fear I accidentally used a drop too much of one little substance, and then, well.”
He waved vaguely at his own groin now, and I experienced a sudden, rather overwhelming urge to explore that area of his anatomy. It was not something I ordinarily thought about, for I had always known that Holmes did not share my interest in such matters. Our partnership was of a different kind, and included neither kisses nor lovemaking.
“Is there a way to relieve this?” I asked, somewhat awkwardly. My face was becoming increasingly warm. “I fear I am feeling the effects already.”
“One’s hand likely suffices,” Holmes said, arching an eyebrow at me. My cheeks went from warm to hot. “However, I suspect that given that I was attempting to induce coupling, it may be more effective to simply take that route.”
My breath caught, and a surge of adoration went through me that was not wholly the effect of the aphrodisiac. I had always found Holmes remarkably handsome, and all the more so as he aged. The thought of running my hands through his increasingly silver hair and kissing the fine wrinkles that lined his face, all while engaging in congress with him, very nearly overwhelmed me at once.
“You are the most striking man I have ever seen,” I said, entirely meaning it, “but are you certain? I know you have never been interested in such things, and I should not like you to force yourself into anything on my account. My hand will indeed suffice if necessary.”
Holmes gave a shrug of comic resignation and tidied up his chemical table. “Well, well, at present I fear I do have an interest in such things. To pleasure myself would not be objectionable—you are aware that I find it useful when I am suffering a lack of stimulation—and yet I believe I should prefer to enjoy a new experience with you.”
That was extremely tempting, yet I did still have one additional concern, and it was a concern that we must discuss. “What about, well… your body?”
“My body is perfectly capable of copulation,” Holmes said in an acerbic tone. “Unless I have very much misunderstood your past history, you do not have any objection to the sexual organs which nature has given me.”
I blushed more deeply, almost ashamed of the way my cock jumped in eagerness within my trousers. “I certainly do not, my dear fellow. As I said, you are the most striking man, and what lies beneath your clothes does not change that. But I am aware that at times, you have had some little discomfort with your nature.”
Shrugging again, Holmes rose. “What lies between my legs has never particularly troubled me, save for a slight wish that it was something else. It is my chest that has been a little more troublesome, particularly as it is rather more noticeable if precautions are not taken.”
Holmes was not presently wearing any “precautions”, for it was just us here, and our old housekeeper had a grandson who lived life in the same way that Holmes did, and thus did not care. Holmes still generally wore a binding garment around his chest during the day in case of visitors, but it was late at night, and so he had removed it earlier.
“I should be very glad to make love to you, then,” I said, attempting to ignore the increasingly desperate ache in my groin, and the sweat breaking out across my body. “Shall we move to the bedroom?”
Holmes agreed, offering me a hand up. I took it, for my leg had been troubling me somewhat, and together we walked to the bedroom.
My cock, which I had not put to use in this fashion for some time, was straining at my undergarments by the time we began to undress. Holmes stripped out of everything but his undershirt with efficiency, then laid back on the bed with a look of mild annoyance. “I do not believe we shall be in need of oil. My body is eagerly readying itself, and you may insert your cock whenever you are ready.”
I chuckled, lying down beside him. “My dear Holmes, it is generally best not to leap into it too quickly, particularly as you have never done this before. May I touch you?”
Holmes rolled his eyes. “I believe my previous comment makes that clear.”
It did indeed, and yet my hand trembled as I slid it between his legs. He let out a soft sigh of relief as I touched him, sliding my fingers between soft folds. He was already quite wet, his body indeed eager for this even if it was not wholly in his control.
Most importantly, he did not cringe at my touch, and I had no worries that he was concealing distress. I have spent decades learning what each twitch of expression or gleam in his eyes means, studying him with the same passion that he has always devoted to examining evidence, and it was clear from his slight smile and half-lidded eyes that he was comfortably engrossed in our present activities.
I was quite comfortably engrossed too, and deeply honored. The sense of honor was in fact far more pleasurable than anything else I could imagine, for I had always delighted in serving Holmes in any way, and to be permitted to touch him now left me nearly dizzy. I had no illusions that such a thing would ever happen again, for Holmes ordinarily found the concept of intercourse horrifically boring, but for the moment I was glad to bring him pleasure.
He let out a soft noise of need, pushing into my hand as I brushed my fingers against the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. “That feels excellent, Watson. You are quite good at this.”
“I am glad it feels excellent.” Gently, I circled the spot, watching his face. Yes, he was quite enjoying this. “You are still comfortable with me continuing? I should be happy to bring you to completion in this fashion if you would rather.”
“I should like to continue, yes.” Holmes gave one of his silent laughs, skimming a hand down my front until his fingers brushed my cock. I gasped, my vision blurring at the overwhelming rush of pleasure. “I believe you would as well. Given that we shall likely be under the sway of this little accident for a time, we might as well enjoy it.”
I heartily agreed with that, and when he tugged me on top of him, I went with excitement. I did not kiss him on the lips, for he had made no motion in that direction and generally seemed to think of such a thing as far too romantic to endure, but I did bend to kiss the fine wrinkles that lined his face. He has never been the most affectionate man, only tolerating even those kisses with amusement, but in this instance he seemed to enjoy the contact.
I was very much enjoying the contact myself, quite overwhelmed with need for it, and when he nodded agreement I fixed the head of my cock to his entrance. “This may be uncomfortable,” I warned, not yet pushing inside him. “Your hymen will have long since worn away, but…”
“I have never lain with another man, but experimenting with myself is a different matter,” he said, and chuckled when I blushed again. “It is occasionally useful to relieve boredom.”
“Well, I shall still be gentle.”
“I know.” A look of tenderness crossed Holmes’ face, and he skimmed his hands down to rest on my hips. “You are the most trustworthy man, Watson. Pray proceed.”
I needed no further urging, and proceeded at once, entering him with a slow, careful thrust. I watched his face intently as I did so, ready to stop at any sign of discomfort, either on account of his dislike for the idea of the act, or because of his disconnection with the shape of his body.
He showed no signs of discomfort, however, instead pressing back against me again, rocking his hips up. I moved slowly at first, steady thrusts that gave him plenty of time to adjust to my girth, and then began to speed up when his walls clenched around me with eagerness.
As I rocked into him, I slid my fingers through his greying hair, which although more wiry and wild than it had once been, remained extremely soft. I kept my touch from wandering any lower than his shoulders, for I knew his chest was a more difficult matter for him, and even with his undershirt on he would find my touch in that area unpleasant.
Holmes’ own hands remained in place on my hips, largely, although one eventually slid around to squeeze my buttocks. “You have an admirable rear, Watson. I should not object to touching it on occasion, for it is a pleasant sensation.”
I blushed again, and he gave a silent laugh again. “You may touch my rear whenever you like, my dear Holmes,” I said, laughing despite my blush. “Whether or not we have been accidentally drugged, and even if it leads to nothing save cuddling.”
“Hum!” Holmes said thoughtfully as he hooked a leg around the back of my thighs, drawing me closer. “I shall consider it.”
To my surprise, he pulled me down for a kiss then, pressing his lips tentatively to mine. He promptly withdrew, making a face, and I could not help chuckling. It seemed that even under the influence of an aphrodisiac, kissing still repelled him.
He did not have any difficulty with our other activities, however, and we comfortably lost ourselves in exploring one another’s pleasure. Holmes had always enjoyed new experiences, and seemed to be making the most out of this one. He swiftly deduced what was most pleasurable for me, and proceeded to spend the remainder of our time rendering me nearly incoherent with overwhelmed sensation.
When I could hold out no longer, I reached between us, and pressed my fingers again to the sensitive nub above Holmes’ entrance. He groaned and covered my hand with his own, pushing down harder, and I obeyed his instructions. Soon his walls contracted around me in climax, and the tight pulsing of pleasure around my shaft swiftly tipped me over the edge as well.
Once I had caught my breath, I made to move off of him, for I had been trying my best not to put my full weight on him. Holmes has always been tall but slender, and his joints pained him greatly as he had aged. I had no wish to hurt him in any way.
To my surprise, he caught me and gave a quick shake of his head. “No, no. I should be greatly obliged if you would lie on top of me for a while, just as you are. I find it is a pleasant sensation, at least at present.”
“You do not wish for me to pull out?” I asked, surprised. I had assumed he would immediately wish to bathe, for he could not tolerate being dirty.
“Well, well, I am a little uncertain whether it is simply the effect of the aphrodisiac or simply the body’s response to orgasm, but I find I wish to be close to you for a little.” Holmes sounded almost annoyed by it, and I smiled as I lowered myself across him again. “Let us simply enjoy this for some little time, and then we shall bathe.”
“As you wish, my dear Holmes.” I had not yet fully softened, and to be inside his warm passage for a while longer was quite an appealing concept to me. “I have enjoyed this very much. You really are the most striking man, you know.”
“I know,” he said with that certain impish cheerfulness that I so loved. “I have enjoyed myself too. It is not a terrible thing to try something once, at any rate, and who better to trust with such an exploration than my Watson?”
I flushed with pleasure as I snuggled down across him, brushing a kiss to his cheek. To be trusted by Holmes had always been my greatest joy, and I basked in my success at bringing him enjoyment. This had certainly not been the way we planned to spend the night, but it had been a wonderful experience nonetheless.