Watson gave a small groan, leaning back in the tub. His eyes fell shut. "I have one last order to give you," he said, rather hoarsely. He inhaled, drawing breath while he tried to phrase what he wanted when he had so much circling through his mind. Stalling somewhat for time, he twined his fingers into Holmes's hair and kissed him, hard.

"You're responsible for this," he managed at last, gesturing to his own hard cock. "You ought to do something about it."