It was a dark silent night, only the moon light illuminated the room where two lovers found themselves kissing each other very passionately. Letting out gasps and moans of pleasure. One of them pressed the other against the cotton sheets of his bed and caressed his face gently.
"Oh my dear Watson..." - he mumbled with a loving gaze. - "Never did I thought of reaching such a thing with you..."
"Nor did I Sherlock... but I must confess that you fascinated me since the very beginning" - Once again Sherlock pressed his lips to his in a light gentle kiss, and yet extremely passionate. His hands thin and pale ran through his body, making Watson gasp in pleasure and make him whispering in Sherlock's hear gently: "Don't torture me like that Sherlock..."
That won a smile from the detective's lips and his hand gently grabbed Watson's erection, that was rigid for all the pleasure he was feeling at the moment, Sherlock's was the same. And he did not waste more time, joining them together in a lovely move. His lips traveled to the neck of his dear lover, leaving behind soft red marks, consequent of teasing bites.
And for the time they thought necessary they role on the sheets passionately, gasping and whispering passionate words.
The climax of both was intense and breathtaking, leaving them in the arms of one another, smiling and jesting, exchanging promises of a happy true love.