Watson shut his eyes, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back as long as possible. After so long without Holmes's touch, it was easy to lose himself, and too quickly. He wanted this to last, as long as possible. Unfortunately for this plan, Holmes knew him and his body and what he liked far too well, and under that familiar, knowledgeable touch his control could only hold out so long.

He moaned, softly and breathlessly, fisting his hand in the cloth of Holmes's sleeve, taking a firmer hold of Holmes's cock and judging it safe to stroke a little harder, a little faster.