The Adventure at Baskerville Hall & Other Cases

gave a choked exclamation as he pulled my shirt free of my trousers and pushed a hand underneath it, catching one of my nipples between his fingertips. His other hand was darting along my shirtfront, unfastening buttons, and when it was done he pulled the edges of my shirt apart and left off kissing me to press his open mouth to my chest. I gasped and arched up into his touch, aware of his hands smoothing along my sides and down to my hips. When he cupped my erection through my trousers and squeezed gently, my toes curled in my boots and I reached desperately for his own shirt fastenings as he leaned up for another heated kiss.
    Rather clumsily, we undressed each other. It was not one of our more coordinated or graceful attempts, but I could not bring myself to care; it had been many days since we had been intimate with each other, and weeks since we had shared a bed without the ghosts of things unsaid lying there with us, and I felt almost frantic to touch him. He had succeeded in stripping me of my shirt and shoving my trousers and underclothes down to my knees when he looked further down and muttered desperately, "For heaven's sake, why are you still wearing your damned boots?"
    "My apologies," I gasped as he climbed off me and slid gracefully to kneel at my feet. "Clearly I was unprepared for being ravished on my settee this evening. I shall make better plans in future."
    "See that you do," he growled at me, growing frustrated as he fumbled with the stout knots I had put in the laces. I leaned down, wanting to help, but he chose that moment to lean forwards to have a closer look and our heads collided with a force that surprised a muffled curse out of me.
    "For God's sake, John," he said wryly, when I carded my fingers through his dishevelled hair in mute apology. "Be careful. I have no desire for both of us to be found unconscious in your room, half-naked and in a decidedly compromising position."
    At last my boots were wrenched off and then, with no further delay, Holmes dragged the rest of my clothes off me before leaning forward and taking my erection in his mouth. All the air left my lungs in a rush, and I gripped the edge of the settee as he shouldered my knees wider apart and he let me slide further into his mouth. I dared not touch him, not even to stroke his hair as I was sometimes in the habit of doing; my knuckles were already white with the force of my grip and I thought that I would bruise that beautiful pale skin if I let my hands settle on his arms or shoulders. A particularly skilful flicker of his tongue forced a groan from my throat and my eyes were drawn to him involuntarily, to the sight of this extraordinary man on his knees in front of me, the shirt dragged half-off him to display the lean muscles of his chest and shoulders, his lips flushed as I slowly slid between them.
    Pleasure swelled sharply in me at the sight, and I had to look away. I let my head fall back to rest against the back of the settee and gasped blindly at the ceiling, dragging in deep, unsteady breaths and trying to calm myself as Holmes pulled back to stimulate the head of my cock with his tongue while his fingertips drew delicate patterns on the skin of my inner thighs.
    When he let me slide deep into his mouth once more, I redoubled my grip on the cushions and my thighs tensed against the urge to thrust up.
    "I want you."
    He had pulled back to speak, letting me slip free of his mouth, and my strangled gasp was equal parts frustration at the loss of sensation and relief as the edge receded.
    "Yes," I groaned, "whatever you want."
    I started to spread my legs wider, thinking that I knew where his thoughts tended, but he stopped me with a hand on each of my knees.
    "I had something else in mind, if you are in the mood to indulge me."
    "Yes," I stammered, feeling myself harden still further, "God, yes, absolutely–"
    The next moment he was in my lap, sitting across my thighs, his kiss cutting off my enthusiastic assent.
    For a brief period we did nothing but kiss breathlessly. For all that I was desperate to be inside him, I found his kisses to be utterly intoxicating.
    But Holmes had never been very patient when there was nothing to be gained by waiting. I pushed the loose shirt completely off his shoulders, but when I slid my hand inside the open front of his trousers he pushed it away with a growl and stood, pulling me upright.
    "Go and fetch your medical bag," he ordered me peremptorily.
    I knew what he thinking of