Masturbation and Your Mouth
"—invaded Iraq, surely you can do this."
The second they opened their eyes Sherlock had started. Again.
"Stop saying that. Everyone says that." John tried to get out of bed; Sherlock threw a leg over both of his. "I didn't invade anything. I gave succor and aid to the fallen. I—"
Sherlock slid on top of him, straddled his waist. "You're changing the subject." Sherlock's rather prominent morning erection was on rather prominent display against John's chest. "A toothache doesn't just go away. You need to see a dentist."
John pressed a fist to his cheek. The throbbing never stopped now. But god he hated dentists.
"God I hate dentists."
Sherlock rocked his hips speculatively. "We can fix that."
John watched Sherlock's long fingers wrap around his cock. "Going to masturbate my toothache away?"
Sherlock rocked some more, slowly started fucking his fist. He watched John watch him. Then they both watched Sherlock's cock. Awhile later Sherlock panted, "Oooh-open wide, John!"
...
"Relax." The dentist smiled at him.
John scowled at her.
"This won't hurt."
John frowned ferociously.
"Let's have a look shall we?"
John bit his lips.
"Come on. Open. Open wide, John."
Suddenly John flushed. Smiled. He felt a phantom weight rocking on his chest. As he had done then, he did now. He opened very wide.
"Good boy."
