After so much preamble, it couldn't have taken long even if Holmes had tried to draw it out; as it was, it was not overly long before Watson was gasping out his climax, his cock deep in the familiar, irresistable heat of Holmes's mouth as he released all the wonderful tension of their "dessert" with an extended, gutteral sort of moan.

As he withdrew, he was seized with an overpowering urge which he could see no reason to deny; he dragged Holmes up from the floor and into his lap and kissed him, deeply, gratefully, tasting honey and Holmes and himself. Whether he would shortly find himself on his own knees -- a position he would not have minded in the least -- or in some other situation, before antyhing else he desperately felt the need to kiss him. He also saw no point in wasting time; he returned his hand to Holmes's cock, his grip perhaps far too urgent against his palm.