Spirit prompt: Watson gets a new cologne
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Summary: What happens when Watson gets new cologne. Shamelessly written in the style of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (I copied canon text from our story on 60 for 60 and edited lightly)
Rating: quite naughty
Sherlock Holmes was transformed when he was hot upon such a scent. Men who had only known the quiet thinker and logician of Baker Street would have failed to recognise him. His face flushed and darkened. His brows drew into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter. His face was bent downward, his shoulders bowed, his lips compressed, and the veins stood out like whipcord in his long, sinewy neck. His nostrils dilated with a purely animal lust, and he gave an impatient snarl in reply to my playful nips to his throat.
Swiftly and silently he kissed his way along my all-too willing flesh, and when we, finally, joined together, I groaned in ecstasy. Sometimes Holmes would hurry on, sometimes stop dead, and once he made quite a little detour that rolled my eyes back up into my head in pure pleasure. As we rutted together, I watched my friend with the interest which sprang from the conviction that every one of his actions was directed towards a definite end.