Hello OP! I absolutely ADORE this piece of yours and i might have written something in a moment of folly and self indulgence... the 37th since i started writing fanfics for fanarts (it will be crossposted there with due credits) but whatever.
I hope you like it! I am always very weak for retired holmes and watson <3
To name one single feature of Sherlock Holmes that had kept identical to his youth after his retirement would mean to do an injustice to the man's clear and reoccurring baths in the well of eternal youth. Yet, should Dr Watson be asked to choose only one of those many features, his choice would fall on immutable and delightful way his Holmes blushed.
At six and fifty, not even Sherlock Holmes could be called young anymore, but the way his high cheekbones still bloomed with the colour of Watson's best roses every time he was complimented by or every time he himself offered a compliment to his doctor had stayed the same as almost thirty years prior.
And John Watson loved very few things more than making those red roses spread to his husband's ears and lower, down his collar to brush those collarbones that were still as sharp as they had always been.
The retired detective bit his lower lip at his partner's silence and then replied with a smile of his own to his Watson's.
"So you like it?" He attempted, hopeful.
That was what made the doctor crack and descend in the deep chest laugh that always made Holmes weak at the knees. "Oh dear, dear God! ā Laughed the doctor. ā And I thought that six years of data and observation was enough for my detective." He teased, then invited his husband to sit on his lap.
Holmes replied to the invitation with a grin and with his blush spreading toward his ears, then bit his lip again. "Johnā¦ Your leg- Are you sure?" He asked, then yelped as the doctor tugged him closer.
"You are so light I'm not even gonna feel you, old man!" He winked, making his husband snicker under his breath.
"Hold the honey, Hummelchen. ā He smiled, tossing his beekeeper's veil to his own armchair. ā I refuse to put any weight on that leg since it's been giving you grief since this morning." He stated, settling down so that most of his weight was on his husband's hale leg.
"You fuss too much my love. ā Smiled the doctor, dragging his husband into a kiss. ā And you spoil me, really." He grinned, kissing him another time.
Holmes laughed as well, circling his husband's shoulders and snuggling a bit closer. "It is Saint John today. ā He pointed out. ā And you were the one curious about my stories on Grand MĆ©re and things she believed were appropriate. And spoiling a loved one on their name day is one of them." He grinned, kissing his husband again, both of them moaning in the kiss.
"And so making me taste your honey is it?" Asked the doctor, just to annoy his husband.
"And cuddling with you, of course." Added Holmes, matter of factly.
"And I suppose the honey dipper you tied to this jar has a purpose then?" Teased the doctor, keeping his husband still with one arm as he opened the jar.
"Of courseā¦ I never call you 'honey', do I? ā Smiled the beekeeper taking the honey dipper. ā You deserve much better than being compared to this, my sweetest little bear." He grinned, spreading a little honey on his husband's lips and then kissing him deeply, laughing together with him in the kiss until they didn't need to breathe.
"I see someone is in an impish mood today." Gasped the doctor when they separated.
Holmes hummed softly, licking his lips and then bending to place small, biting kisses along his husband's jawline. "Perhaps. Hold the jar and me, please." He ordered, before reaching toward his husband's waistband to tug up his sweater vest, removing it and tossing it toward his own chair as he had done with his veil.
"Perfect." He breathed, before diving once more to kiss his lips and jaw, bracing himself on his Watson's waist.
Dr Watson grinned, understanding his husband's plan and went to undo his shirt buttons with a playful hand just as the detective worked on his. "Rounder by the year. ā He winked. ā While you have not changed a bit since we retired. Still so thinā¦ Are you perhaps not getting enough honey?" He fired back, repeating his husband's motion and smearing his lips with honey before kissing him, moaning as Holmes squeezed his pecs as he got lost in the kiss.
"More beautiful each day. ā Holmes gasped as he reemerged. ā You, my John. My soft doctor, more beautiful and more sweet each day. Let me taste, will you?" He sighed, letting honey drizzle on the newly uncovered expanse his husband's chest and then diving to lick and kiss it away, his hands poking and caressing and tugging the shirt out of his trousers to have full access to his body.
Watson moaned and sighed his own hands busy in removing his husband's shirt for good and then settling on that trim waist that never changed. "And then- and then he says that I am perfect. ā He sighed, as Holmes squeezed a bit of the flesh on his belly while he was lapping at his rounded pecs. ā He says that I'm perfect- he says it while he's still the same man who chased criminals in London, snatched waist, lithe figure, simply perfect my succubus."
"I remind you that I am also agingā¦ and putting on some weight. ā Purred Holmes, pillowing his head against his husband's scarred shoulder. ā It's only natural that you should grow a bit chubby in our retirement, my love, my little bear. And it doesn't make you any less perfect and handsome. It suits you, I should say." He commented, serious and enamoured just as much as flushed.
Dr Watson smiled sweetly, moving to scoop up his husband and hold him tighter on his lap, thanking him with a kiss when he held the honey jar out of the way as they maneuvered. When Holmes was where his doctor wanted him to be, Watson took up his the honey dipper to drizzle some honey on his partner's upper chest and the bent to kiss and lick it away, basking in his Holmes' moans and sighs.
"You are really just as perfect as this honey of yours, honeybee. ā He winked before diving to kiss his throat and nip at his jawline a few more times. ā Thank you so much for the taste, but I do believe that we should continue this in another placeā¦ or perhaps draw a bath and then continue with the cuddles what do you say?" He purred.
Holmes hummed with him, nuzzling his neck and snuggling as close as humanly possible on his doctor's glorious body. "Perhaps we might move to the bed? ā He proposed. ā For I do wish to keep doing this a bit moreā¦ and perhaps move lower too." He winked, his hand slipping from his doctor's chest lower down on his belly.
"Uhm, so my belly and my chest are not enough?" Teased the doctor.
Holmes laughed softly in answer, vibrating in the noiseless way his Watson had always adored while he moved his leg to rub against his crotch. "What can I say? I am an insatiable succubus with a wish to have a taste of your legs as well. And of whatever else we might want to taste of course." He winked, making his doctor laugh again before extricating himself from his hold and offering him a hand to stand before tugging him into yet another kiss.
"To bed. ā Growled the doctor then. ā And we'll be lucky if we make it there." He grinned wickedly, making his beekeeper laugh in that way he loved.
Hope you liked it! It's a bit more soft porn than i usually write for fanarts but i was entirely cooked by the sun and i think they deserve sexy times!
