"And don't you forget it," Watson growled, smiling a predatory sort of smile. He stayed slow, easy, savouring each stroke almost as much as if it were his own cock in his hand. Moreso, perhaps; he took a certain amount of pleasure in pleasing someone else, as opposed to himself.

And he had done this to himself too often over the years.

He took Holmes's earlobe gently between his teeth, his tongue exploring. He slid his leg alongside Holmes's body, along his legs increasing every contact between them as much as possible.