The Adventure at Baskerville Hall & Other Cases

breathlessly stammering about what he believed the usual procedure was a single moment longer, I would have quite disappointed him in our first episode together by finishing here and now, standing on our hearth-rug.
    Abruptly he broke away from me and pulled me into his bedroom, locking the door behind us.
    "Here," he said, pressing a small brown bottle into my hand and sinking down to sit upon the edge of his bed as he bent down to remove his socks and boots. "I imagine that the easiest position would be with me face-down on the bed."
    "Holmes," I asked gently, as he removed his shirt in a business-like fashion, "do you want to do this particular act?"
    He did not meet my eyes as he turned his attention to my waistcoat and shirt, and tugged them insistently off my shoulders.
    "It is how it is done," he said finally. "I love you, you love me, we have decided to expand our relations accordingly, therefore this is what one does, is it not?"
    "This is not all that men of our type may do," I said cautiously. "If you will permit me, there is something I would much rather do on our first time together."
    I tactfully did not mention that not only was it our first time together but it was also his first foray into sexual matters, and so leaping directly into the rather explicit realms of sodomy may be a little much even for Holmes, who never does anything by halves. Besides, it was an appallingly romantic thing to admit, but I desperately wanted to hold him in my arms and cradle him as he reached the first orgasm of his life.
    I could not exactly predict what his reaction would be, but I suspected that it would be rather extreme. I tried to remember what I could of my own personal first sexual experience, and could recall only the breathless amazement afterwards at the pleasure that it was possible to find in one's own body.
    During my musings he had sat back on the edge of his bed and was looking up at me trustingly. If he had been anyone else, the proximity of his face to my groin would have prompted me to undo my trousers and wordlessly give him the opportunity to take me in his mouth, if he so desired.
    But he was not just anyone, he was the man I adored and so I leaned down to press a brief kiss to his beautiful mouth before quickly and efficiently divesting us of the rest of our clothes. Swiftly, I piled up the pillows against the head of the bed and sat back against them, half-reclining. I patted the space in between my legs and, looking slightly mystified, Holmes knelt between my legs, facing me. I kissed him again (after so long wondering about the precise texture of his lips, every instant not kissing him now seemed unbearable) and then took his shoulders to turn him round. Eventually I had him positioned as I wanted him – sitting between my legs lying back against me, my stomach pressed to his back and his head resting against my chest, giving my hands free rein to wander over him as I pleased.
    I should say almost as I wanted him, for despite my coaxing he was not actually reclining comfortably back against me but sitting up rather awkwardly and reaching behind himself for my erection. His wrist contorted at an angle that was likely to induce a sprain, and I caught at his hand.
    "Watson, this all feels damnably one-sided," he muttered, sounding uncomfortable as I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to each of his knuckles. "I had thought we would be pleasuring each other simultaneously. Ought I not to be doing something?"
    "You can lie back ," I grunted with effort as I finally pulled him back solidly against me and he lay there as rigid as a mannequin, "and let me touch you. Do not think that I will not be deriving any sexual pleasure from this just because you do not have your hands on my penis."
    His long-fingered hands ghosted hesitantly along my thighs as they lay snugly either side of his own legs, which were bent at the knees with his feet planted firmly on the bed.
    "I also think that, all things considered, you could probably call me John now."
    "John..." he tried the name out on his tongue as I buried my face in the side of his neck, making him shiver.
    "Relax," I told him softly, reaching around to cup my hands over the rather bony knees that were pressed firmly together. He squirmed a little as I gently slid my hands between them and eased them apart. He shifted uncomfortably against me, doubtless a reaction to being so exposed, and I slowly let my hands run up his inner thighs, keeping my touch firm so as