Oh, now. This was ideal. This was not someting he would be unable to handle, it would not be a strain in his current condition. This had all sorts of potential to it. Bless Holmes and his inventiveness, truly.

Watson shifted into a position that was slightly more convenient, and put up his hand to grip Holmes's hip gently before drawing Holmes's cock into his mouth, at first gently, then deeper. Worshipping in this way was something he had no argument about, something he enjoyed a good deal. He shut his eyes, savouring it, listening to Holmes intently.

His movements were slow, and gentle, and unhurried, his fingers curling firmly into Holmes's hipbones.