Returning his lips to Sherlock's neck, he continued to drift his hands down, undoing the fly, slipping between trousers and pants to remove the outer garment gracefully, while Sherlock lifted himself up in cooperation. John plunged his hand beneath the band. One, or both, of them inhaled a deep breath. It grew shaky on the exhale. Sherlock.
"I've got you," John whispered as he continued to steadily work his hand, while exploring the rest of Sherlock's body with gentle kisses. Sherlock was silent, and John looked up to see him pursing his lips together in concentration.
"Don't try to be quiet. Just... breathe. Everything flows when you breathe." John watched as Sherlock made a conscious effort to relax into his body, only to tense up again when hit with an unexpected wave of pleasure. He was fighting each step-- probably without even realising it.
"It's fine to distract yourself, to let your mind wander."
"No. I don't want to be disconnected from this. I need to learn to be... here."
"I'm not suggesting you go far. Just...if you wander a bit, it's okay. You'll come back to me. You don't need to try so hard."
As Sherlock looked directly at him, John felt a shift. Something ridiculously... foofy? He couldn't come up with any words that fit, so he decided not to bother, but he could feel it all the same. He just kept up a steady motion, watching as Sherlock became less tense, more pliant beneath him. At the very beginning of a deep, resonant groan, John stopped all movement.
"You stopped. But nothing's wrong ... I would have seen it, if you had felt uncomfortable, physically or mentally. I'm fine, more than fine. And you knew that, too. You," Sherlock took a moment in an attempt to restore his breathing to a more regular pace and leaned forward. Why did you stop?"
"Because you were almost there."
Sherlock looked as if he had just fit the last piece into a jigsaw puzzle, only to find the finished product wasn't the waterwheel he thought he had been working on all along, but rather was a basketful of kittens. He blinked in silence.
"You've never tried this?"
"Starting and then stopping? Why would anyone ever choose to stop? I feel the building of sexual tension occasionally, yes, and then I relieve said tension. With a partner, dynamics would necessarily shift, and it could conceivably be over entirely too quickly, and then you'd have a refractory period to deal with, causing potentially awkward delays if one of you had achieved sexual gratification and the other had not. Depending on the activities you were partaking in, of course. But it was my understanding that, this time at least, you didn't wish me to reciprocate-- which, of course, I would, if you have changed your opinion on the matter-- but the fact that you have..."
"Sherlock. This has nothing to do with reciprocation. It's a technique. To make your orgasm stronger."
Sherlock blinked again as he pieced the biological mechanics together. Eventually, he turned to John and said, "I'm not sure I want that."
"The health concerns that you might spot online from time to time are greatly exaggerated. Sure, if you delay gratification a few times a day, for an extended period of time, you might see a little of the 'backing up the pipes' thing people worry about, but really, seminal retention isn't considered a true risk for enlargement of an already healthy prostate... and besides, it wouldn't be like I was delaying it for days. Unless you wanted to try using..." John stopped abruptly, noticing Sherlock had gone past the blinking stage, was no longer looking at him, and appeared to be in some version of his trance state. "Sherlock?"
John saw him appear to jump back inside himself, after having been floating in the ether, as he finally said, "John. It's fine." And as if to illustrate the fine-ness of it all, Sherlock reached behind John's head and pulled their mouths together in a deep kiss. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Here." He removed his pants and artfully tossed them across the room.
FILL 22b/? 138 (John in slave auction) '
"I've got you," John whispered as he continued to steadily work his hand, while exploring the rest of Sherlock's body with gentle kisses. Sherlock was silent, and John looked up to see him pursing his lips together in concentration.
"Don't try to be quiet. Just... breathe. Everything flows when you breathe." John watched as Sherlock made a conscious effort to relax into his body, only to tense up again when hit with an unexpected wave of pleasure. He was fighting each step-- probably without even realising it.
"It's fine to distract yourself, to let your mind wander."
"No. I don't want to be disconnected from this. I need to learn to be... here."
"I'm not suggesting you go far. Just...if you wander a bit, it's okay. You'll come back to me. You don't need to try so hard."
As Sherlock looked directly at him, John felt a shift. Something ridiculously... foofy? He couldn't come up with any words that fit, so he decided not to bother, but he could feel it all the same. He just kept up a steady motion, watching as Sherlock became less tense, more pliant beneath him. At the very beginning of a deep, resonant groan, John stopped all movement.
"You stopped. But nothing's wrong ... I would have seen it, if you had felt uncomfortable, physically or mentally. I'm fine, more than fine. And you knew that, too. You," Sherlock took a moment in an attempt to restore his breathing to a more regular pace and leaned forward. Why did you stop?"
"Because you were almost there."
Sherlock looked as if he had just fit the last piece into a jigsaw puzzle, only to find the finished product wasn't the waterwheel he thought he had been working on all along, but rather was a basketful of kittens. He blinked in silence.
"You've never tried this?"
"Starting and then stopping? Why would anyone ever choose to stop? I feel the building of sexual tension occasionally, yes, and then I relieve said tension. With a partner, dynamics would necessarily shift, and it could conceivably be over entirely too quickly, and then you'd have a refractory period to deal with, causing potentially awkward delays if one of you had achieved sexual gratification and the other had not. Depending on the activities you were partaking in, of course. But it was my understanding that, this time at least, you didn't wish me to reciprocate-- which, of course, I would, if you have changed your opinion on the matter-- but the fact that you have..."
"Sherlock. This has nothing to do with reciprocation. It's a technique. To make your orgasm stronger."
Sherlock blinked again as he pieced the biological mechanics together. Eventually, he turned to John and said, "I'm not sure I want that."
"The health concerns that you might spot online from time to time are greatly exaggerated. Sure, if you delay gratification a few times a day, for an extended period of time, you might see a little of the 'backing up the pipes' thing people worry about, but really, seminal retention isn't considered a true risk for enlargement of an already healthy prostate... and besides, it wouldn't be like I was delaying it for days. Unless you wanted to try using..." John stopped abruptly, noticing Sherlock had gone past the blinking stage, was no longer looking at him, and appeared to be in some version of his trance state. "Sherlock?"
John saw him appear to jump back inside himself, after having been floating in the ether, as he finally said, "John. It's fine." And as if to illustrate the fine-ness of it all, Sherlock reached behind John's head and pulled their mouths together in a deep kiss. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Here." He removed his pants and artfully tossed them across the room.