Just a little.. edgeing, Sherlock.. Watson x Sherlock gnomes smut

poopy fart 😞😞

"Watson I.. well.." Sherlock said a little flustered. Him and Watson were kissing. Just kissing.. nothing explicit.. but Watson by mistake had shifted, and squirmed in Sherlock's lap a tad too much.. and now.. well.. you could put the pieces together.

"Oh Sherlock, it's nothing to be ashamed of..."

"Isn't it Watson? Isn't it..?" Sherlock retorted. It was so demeaning to have to experience an accidental erection in front of his husband... Sherlock was a high class, well respected, and refined detective! And here he was.. with a very prominent bulge in his pants.. oh the humiliation..

"I just.. want it gone.." He grumbled in a huff, pinching the bringer of his nose while placing his other hand over his erection.

"Well.." Watson spoke up. "I believe I can help with that.." He continued, moving Sherlock's hand aside.

Sherlock let out a slight yip. "Watson I.. are you sure..? I mean.. I could just.. rinse off.. or.. or.. you don't need.. I mean I.." He sighed once more as he balanced his options "Actually.. go ahead."

Watson nodded. He began to unbutton Sherlocks pants. Sherlock's breath caught in his throat, and his trousers were quickly torn down. The head of his penis was very.. very visible through his underwear.. he looked to the side as a slight shock of shame surged through him. Watson tugged down his underwear. Sherlock whimpered softly. The cold air on his cock caused it to perform a needy throb.

"No need to feel ashamed.. you're cute.."
Watson reassured, as he began to pump Sherlock's length, at a steady pace. Sherlock whined, and resisted the urge to buck his hips forward. Watson sped up making Sherlock groan loudly. He leaned his head back mumbling softly about how good it all felt.

After a few moments Sherlock's breath became shallow.. and short . Precum dribbled onto Watson's fast moving fist. "C-close" he spoke out needily. Watson smirked, he moved his hand as fast as possible. Just as Sherlock was about to explode.. Watson stopped.. pulling his hand away leaving Sherlock hard, pent up, and full..

"Why would you!-" Sherlock protested loudly before stopping he spoke more calmly "why.. why would you stop..?

"We don't want it to end too soon.. do we.?" 
Watson said with an evil smirk.

Sherlock whimpered softly. "I suppose not.."

Watson nodded and began to pump again. Sherlock thought Watson would let up on the ending.. Watson would let Sherlock cum in just a moment or two.. right..? Wrong. Watson kept his pace slow.. only speeding up to allow Sherlock a false sense of being allowed to cum.. but pulling away without relief. Sherlock couldn't help it.. he sobbed loudly.. "Watson.." he whined. "Id.. I'd like to finish..now.." He whimpered in a shaky voice.

"I don't know what you mean.. what do you need to do..?~" Watson teased knowing how Sherlock hated dirty talk even during sex.. he knew Sherlock would struggle to say something as simple as.. well.. "cum"

"Watson.. I'm.. I'm not as needy as you think I am.. I'm not going to say something.. so.. improper..."

Watson smirked once again "well then.. I suppose I'll never know what you need.. and you never get it.." He smiled devilishly.. he pumped Sherlock's cock slowly.. Sherlock covered his mouth to muffle a cry of desperation. His cock throbbed hungrily.. leaking so much precum.. he was mumbled incoherently.. still doing his best to avoid the dreaded "dirty talk"

"Watson I.. I.. you know I.. I need- want.. want to be allowed to ejaculate.. sperm being held in for so long isn't.. isn't good.. it can lead to health problems.. and.. and I-" He was cut off by a loid cry.. followed by a whine. Watson had leaned down and firmly licked his tip. lapping up the precum from Sherlock's cock. "Watson.. Watson.." He whined unable to hold back.. "please.. please.. I'm begging you.. please.."

"Please what?~" spoke the smaller blue gnome.

"Please let me.. let me.." The detective whined. He felt so ashamed.. but good.. "please let me.. cum.." He said softly making Watson smile.

"Good boy, Sherlock.. see? That wasn't so hard.. was it.?"

"No.. no sir.." Sherlock whispered. "Now.. now please.. may I.. shoot my load..?"

Watson thought for a moment..

"No." "I'm gonna need a lot more than a single mumbled sentence.. my dear Sherlock.." He said with a broad smirk, excited to tease his Detective even more..