"I look forward to it," Watson purred. "In the meantime, you're mine."

He continued his gentle touches, long and slow and soothing, his hand on Holmes's cock firm and reassuring. He was growing very hard against Holmes's back, only thinking, only imagining this future promise of a ravaging, imagining this shade of control over Holmes, even if it was temporary. Strange, how games of power could be so exhilirating, so intoxicating. He mouthed Holmes's neck, letting his teeth scrape against skin with playful hunger.