Shaking, John slowly ran his hand around the smooth, cylindrical object.

"So large." he said as he brought it closer to his face. John breathed in deeply, taking the scent of it in. He felt his mouth flood with saliva. The anticipation was just too much. Lightly, he ran his finger around the top, collecting a small amount of goo that had been overflowing.

He looked up at the man standing in front of him and smirked as he brought his finger to his mouth.

"John, hurry up." Sherlock urged.

"I'm savoring this. Give me my time."

But John was sensitive to the other man's needs, so he decided to pick up the pace a bit. He reached out in front of him and grabbed a handful.

"John…" Sherlock groaned.

There was no response as John brought the contents of his hand up to his mouth. It filled him completely, and the taste was euphoric. It was a sweet, sticky mess. His tongue lashed around inside of his mouth. John was enjoying every second of it.

Quickly, John took a deep breath before going back for more.

"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted this time. "Will you please get your hand out of the jar of jam? It's disgusting."

John flashed Sherlock an embarrassed little smile. Maybe that was a bit out of hand, he thought.

"Now hurry up and hand it over, John. My toast is getting cold."