One of the greatest joys in my life with Sherlock is having him completely at my mercy. There is no moment in which you feel more powerful than to have an incredibly brilliant man on his knees before you, staring up at you as though you were a Grecian God. I experience this frequently. I am now.

His bright eyes are heavily lidded as he looks up to me. I press my thumb to his jaw and stroke the taut skin there. I slide my hand to slip my thumb between his perfectly formed lips. He bends my finger into his mouth, holding it there with his teeth and teasing the pad of my finger with the tip of his tongue. He closes his lips around my thumb and sucks gently. He stares into my eyes with both force and a dignified pliancy.

He is so exquisitely designed; the expression on his delectable face is completely sublime. I slide my thumb further into his incredibly hot mouth. He holds my finger to his soft palate with his tongue. His teeth press gently into my knuckle. He starts to suckle gently. I watch his cheeks flux with his movement.

I pull my thumb from his mouth and bend down to press my mouth to his. I hold his face with both hands. With one hand at the junction of his jaw, I can feel it move as he shifts against me. I am not sure that I will ever be able to resist the taste of him. He has his own watered down sweetness; like pure cane sugar and something entirely beyond the English language.

Sherlock is nude. He sleeps that way, and neither of us have been awake long enough to mend either of our states, except to brush our teeth. His fingers reach up to tug down the waistband of my sleeping trousers and pants.

I break our kiss and stand as I watch him expose me. His grin is wicked and incredible as his face contorts around the movement. He sucks on his lower lip, as though anticipating having me in his mouth. He drags his knuckles across the curve of my erection. I inhale sharply, which causes a remarkable ripple of satisfaction to cross Sherlock's face.

He licks his lips, wrapping his fingers around me and beginning to stroke me. I run a hand through his curls and tug them. His eyes glisten for a moment before he leans forward and slides me into his mouth.

With the head of my cock pressed into the soft palate of his mouth, he drags his tongue gently across the underside of my glans. He makes a deep pleasant noise, stroking the remainder of my shaft with moderate insistence.

He slides me further into his mouth, looking directly into my eyes. I stroke his jaw as it moves to accept me deeper inside of him. I am not sure what could possibly be sexier than staring directly into such a gorgeous creature that is sucking you.

"Jesus fucking christ, Sher-lock," I moan and I slip out from between his lips. He smiles, kissing along the length of my penis. He grips the base of my cock, stroking me quickly.

I can feel the build up in my limbs. It is a warm and incredible sensation, surpassing anything else I could possibly be feeling. He presses the glans of my cock to his tongue, his eyes trained on my face as he strokes me to orgasm. He sucks me as I ejaculate, consuming me completely as I expel into his hot mouth.

Sherlock licks me, much like a hungry kitten, as I soften and come back into being. He stands, pressing his mouth gently to mine. I wrap my arms around his waist, gripping his bare arse and pressing him into me.

"I think it's time I sorted you out," I say into his ear. He shudders as I run my tongue across the shell of his ear and bite at the lobe. He is mine in these moments, as completely as I am his