Watson's laughter was low and breathy. It would have been a lie of the worst sort to claim he hadn't also missed it, or to try to hide the fact that he was beginning to grow a little hard himself, pressed against the small of Holmes's back.

He stroked Holmes's cock slowly, turning his head to kiss him, lingering and hungry. "I missed everything," he murmured. "This included."

He wrapped his free arm around Holmes's chest, holding him close against him.