John turned on the cold water tap and watched as Sherlock uncurled to lie on his back again in the tub. He kept his face turned away from John and his eyes closed though. He was fully erect now and his chest was starting to flush slightly and his breath come fitfully…clearly his heat was back again in full force.
Even though Sherlock was facing the wall, John could see his expression was unhappy. His heart clenched painfully, “Sherlock?” he asked.
“I don’t know what to do, John…” he said in a humiliated whisper, refusing to look up.
“Well, I don’t think you need any first aid, so why don’t I help you to your bed? Being in heat is nothing shameful, in fact, you are very, very beautiful right now, Sherlock but I understand that it’s upsetting you. Your bed room is private and I think you’ll feel more comfortable there. I’ll get you the cold cloths.”
Sherlock still would not look at him but started to rise from the bath tub so John helped him out. He wrapped him in towels, forcing away thoughts of what Sherlock’s clean, warm skin might feel like under his own eager hands…what Sherlock would taste like on his tongue... Dear Lord, how he wanted to find out! He could smell and almost taste Sherlock's hot scent, he was so close. It would be so easy to close the small distance between them and have what was his. Sherlock would not protest if John were to bend him over his bed now and take him; in his present state he’d welcome John in. John wouldn’t be rough, of course, but he would make sure that no one, especially Sherlock, would ever be able to question who Sherlock belonged to. God, John was a fool to be so noble!
But as quickly as the wave of Alpha aggression hit John, it eased. In Sherlock’s bedroom, he was able to pull Sherlock’s sheets over him with careful hands and say something soothing to him in a voice that almost didn’t shake.
“Will you stay with me John, please?” Sherlock’s voice was ragged and his breathing shallow.
John hesitated, unsure of the limits of his self-control. He’d never been tested to this extent before. But he sat down beside Sherlock on the bed and heard himself say, “Yes, of course if you want me to.”
Sherlock didn’t respond. He was struggling to pull his sheets off, already too hot to bear anything covering him. Once free of the restricting bedding, almost panting now, he spread his thighs and awkwardly grasped his cock. He tugged at himself in frustration, wincing at his own roughness but almost too desperate for relief to care.
“Sherlock, shhh, shhh, easy, love, easy,” crooned John, alarmed at Sherlock’s treatment of himself. He hummed in Sherlock’s ear, trying to relax him, “Try slow and firm movements, and stroke the other way, down toward the base of your cock.”
As he watched Sherlock’s efforts to pleasure himself, he concentrated with all his might on maintaining a physician’s objectiveness. But by God how he, John the man, not the doctor, wanted Sherlock like this! He’d press those thighs apart himself, kneel between them and swallow Sherlock down his throat. John groaned inwardly, Sherlock’s cock was so very beautiful, small and delicate, even for an Omega and John could easily fit him in his mouth. He’d give him pleasure such as Sherlock had never dreamed of...
Sherlock was straining and pushing his hips up off the bed now, frantically rubbing himself and whimpering in need. “John!” he begged.
“Relax, Sherlock and breathe. Slow down, pay attention to where your hand feels best. Try holding the base of your cock with one hand and rubbing with the fingers of your other hand just below the head. Use firm pressure, like you’re giving a massage. That will eliminate the friction on your skin.”
Sherlock obeyed John’s instructions and groaned, throwing back his head and sucking in air with a gasp. “John! Oh God, John, touch me, please!” His eyes flew open and he sought John’s for the first time since the bath. John, unprepared for his gaze and the bolt of blue lightning that burned through every defense he had erected, answered Sherlock’s call by gathering him close and beginning to roughly kiss his open mouth. He held and kissed Sherlock firmly, breathing in the deep groan of Sherlock’s climax and capturing his writhing body as he came.
Fill: The Reason is You, Part 10b
Even though Sherlock was facing the wall, John could see his expression was unhappy. His heart clenched painfully, “Sherlock?” he asked.
“I don’t know what to do, John…” he said in a humiliated whisper, refusing to look up.
“Well, I don’t think you need any first aid, so why don’t I help you to your bed? Being in heat is nothing shameful, in fact, you are very, very beautiful right now, Sherlock but I understand that it’s upsetting you. Your bed room is private and I think you’ll feel more comfortable there. I’ll get you the cold cloths.”
Sherlock still would not look at him but started to rise from the bath tub so John helped him out. He wrapped him in towels, forcing away thoughts of what Sherlock’s clean, warm skin might feel like under his own eager hands…what Sherlock would taste like on his tongue... Dear Lord, how he wanted to find out! He could smell and almost taste Sherlock's hot scent, he was so close. It would be so easy to close the small distance between them and have what was his. Sherlock would not protest if John were to bend him over his bed now and take him; in his present state he’d welcome John in. John wouldn’t be rough, of course, but he would make sure that no one, especially Sherlock, would ever be able to question who Sherlock belonged to. God, John was a fool to be so noble!
But as quickly as the wave of Alpha aggression hit John, it eased. In Sherlock’s bedroom, he was able to pull Sherlock’s sheets over him with careful hands and say something soothing to him in a voice that almost didn’t shake.
“Will you stay with me John, please?” Sherlock’s voice was ragged and his breathing shallow.
John hesitated, unsure of the limits of his self-control. He’d never been tested to this extent before. But he sat down beside Sherlock on the bed and heard himself say, “Yes, of course if you want me to.”
Sherlock didn’t respond. He was struggling to pull his sheets off, already too hot to bear anything covering him. Once free of the restricting bedding, almost panting now, he spread his thighs and awkwardly grasped his cock. He tugged at himself in frustration, wincing at his own roughness but almost too desperate for relief to care.
“Sherlock, shhh, shhh, easy, love, easy,” crooned John, alarmed at Sherlock’s treatment of himself. He hummed in Sherlock’s ear, trying to relax him, “Try slow and firm movements, and stroke the other way, down toward the base of your cock.”
As he watched Sherlock’s efforts to pleasure himself, he concentrated with all his might on maintaining a physician’s objectiveness. But by God how he, John the man, not the doctor, wanted Sherlock like this! He’d press those thighs apart himself, kneel between them and swallow Sherlock down his throat. John groaned inwardly, Sherlock’s cock was so very beautiful, small and delicate, even for an Omega and John could easily fit him in his mouth. He’d give him pleasure such as Sherlock had never dreamed of...
Sherlock was straining and pushing his hips up off the bed now, frantically rubbing himself and whimpering in need. “John!” he begged.
“Relax, Sherlock and breathe. Slow down, pay attention to where your hand feels best. Try holding the base of your cock with one hand and rubbing with the fingers of your other hand just below the head. Use firm pressure, like you’re giving a massage. That will eliminate the friction on your skin.”
Sherlock obeyed John’s instructions and groaned, throwing back his head and sucking in air with a gasp. “John! Oh God, John, touch me, please!” His eyes flew open and he sought John’s for the first time since the bath. John, unprepared for his gaze and the bolt of blue lightning that burned through every defense he had erected, answered Sherlock’s call by gathering him close and beginning to roughly kiss his open mouth. He held and kissed Sherlock firmly, breathing in the deep groan of Sherlock’s climax and capturing his writhing body as he came.