He returns the kiss, slow to return Watson's ferocity because he feels as if his body is made of lead, just at the moment. He realizes as he licks his way into Watson's mouth that the last time they had sex had been about claiming too; Holmes had 'made Watson his,' though Watson had done a good deal of possessing too. How appropriate, then, that this should be their first encounter, like bookends around a particularly nasty story.

He knows what he wants, and he's eager for it, and not just because that means he'll get out of this blasted position. He turns as much as he's able and traces his fingers around the head of Watson's cock, teasing him; he'd meant to stop there, but once he starts, he can't seem to stop, and he loosely takes Watson in hand, squeezing lightly.

"Is it my turn to give some orders, or are you still in charge?" he asks, smile playful.