Shaving
"John, apparently some couples enjoy shaving each others´ pubic hair. It´s scientifically proven, that pubic hair is a strong transporter of hormones and therefore boosts the longing to have sex. But we already have enough sex, so let´s try that."
Sherlock gave the order and John was happy to oblige.
That is why he found himself twenty minutes later at Tesco, standing before a shelf crammed with various brands of razors and shaving crèmes. He took the cheapest in both cases. First, to conserve the marginal saving on his account, which reminded him of asking Sherlock for the money he owed him for the night in the Hilton. Sherlock had vowed that it was just for a case, but they ended up shagging in the giant bathtub and on the giant bed, John chained to a bedpost. That thought made said doctor giggle, being stared at and feeling stupid in the middle of Tesco. Second, because there was a high possibility that the great detective had already given up on his idea and was following another trace to orgasm.
As he came home, John feared that exactly this was the case, since his boyfriend wasn´t waiting for him in the living room.
John scowled slightly.
"John!"
"Sherlock?"
"Bathroom!"
And there he was.
Naked like the day he was born.
Except for his grey socks.
Already half hard.
"Let´s get it on!"
Sherlock took a seat on the toilet bowl and spread his legs wide.
John liked the view. Yes, definitely, he did.
He carefully applied the white crème onto Sherlocks´ skin, who made a hissing sound as the cool gel touched him. John handled the razor even more carefully, as he shaved a tiny piece of Sherlocks´ sensitive porcelain.
John looked into Sherlocks´ eyes quickly, who nodded encouragingly.
So John shaved every bit of pubic hair off of Sherlock, with the precision only a man, who had handled scalpels, could call his own.
It was nice, being that close to his boyfriends´ cock, the feeling of might, being able to hurt him with every move and of course the feeling of Sherlocks´ smooth skin, as he licked between his cheeks, as he jerked him off. It was nice, but nothing more.
As they woke the next morning, Sherlock was ready to present his expertise:
"I liked the feeling of the razor against my skin and you, touching my shaved areas was most amazing, but sadly I have to tell you that, as good as your skills as a barber are, I grew bored of the sensation after about five minutes."
John wanted to say something, but suddenly Sherlock added "What bothers me most is the uncomfortable tickling in my crotch.", like he only noticed it now.
John lifted the blanket and the lovers stared at the red, slightly swollen spots, where the pubic hair started to grow, on Sherlocks´ former smooth area.
"Honey, you don´t take shaving that well." said John lightly.
Sherlocks´ face was a picture of true horror.
"It´s a boy!" has finally come to it´s end. Hope my writing improves as time goes by. See ya!