“J-John, I’m sure you know I don’t have any experience in this line of… activity.” Sherlock was uncommonly nervous, uneasily looking John in the eyes. “It’s okay Sherlock. Don’t forget, it’ll be my first time with you, so this is new for both of us.” John gingerly pressed his mouth to Sherlock’s, slipping his tongue between the detective’s velvety soft lips. “Can I touch you?” John asked, pressing against Sherlock’s wired, slender body. Voice thick with lust, Sherlock breathed, “Please. I want you.” John smiled, a faint glint of mischief in his eyes. “Then I’ll take you.”