Holmes's breathing is harsh and growing harsher still, and he ought to be reacting more than he is, but he's quickly overwhelmed by the sensations, not just of Watson's skin, or his hand, but the water, too. His cock is increasingly sensitive and eager under Watson's steady pace, and Holmes's hips twitch of their own accord in time with Watson's thrusts.
He certainly feels owned, laid out, claimed, and it's a wonderful position to find himself in when he hadn't been expecting it.
"Still want you in uniform sometime," he manages, though he's losing himself, and rather embarrassingly quickly. It's rare that he becomes unable to speak, but those words are difficult to get out.
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He certainly feels owned, laid out, claimed, and it's a wonderful position to find himself in when he hadn't been expecting it.
"Still want you in uniform sometime," he manages, though he's losing himself, and rather embarrassingly quickly. It's rare that he becomes unable to speak, but those words are difficult to get out.