It ought to be embarrassing, how comes apart like this, but there really was little other way for this to go. In order for him to settle back into his life, he needs to be taken apart completely and put back together again, to have all his pieces rearranged and suited to life with Watson, life without someone constantly poised at his side, ready to strike. That Watson is the person to take him apart is fitting.

All his thoughts of trying to prolong this vanish as soon as Watson sinks his teeth into him; he gives a rough gasp, and his hips stutter, and he maybe could have lasted another couple of minutes had Watson not reminded Holmes of his possession, of where Holmes belongs again.

When his orgasm hits him, his skin still tingles with Watson's words; Holmes moans, his hips lifting and then sinking back down again with the force of it. Watson's cock, tucked neatly against his back, is an anchoring weight as his cock twitches in Watson's hand and his orgasm racks him. He breathes harshly as he stills again and relaxes his grip on Watson's thighs, lightly stroking over where his nails pressed into him.