"Oh yes," he says, his voice bordering on a very hushed moan, and he arches into Watson's touch, rather shamelessly allowing himself a moment to enjoy Watson's attentions. "Yes, I have never been very good at waiting until Christmas morning to open my presents."
He slides a hand into Watson's hair then and tugs his mouth up for a kiss, very possibly not being very gentle on purpose; the kiss is heated and a little bit rough.
"Of course," he says, breathless as the kiss breaks, "I do generally deduce them beforehand."
Holmes's track record at being able to guess at the contents of his Christmas packages continues on through this evening, as once he is finished unwrapping Watson, he is not very surprised but nonetheless exceedingly pleased at what he finds inside. This is equally true for Watson and Holmes would bet good money that Watson positively scintillated that evening and deduced his own present as well.
They are both so eager about their unsurprising presents that they do, indeed, try them out immediately until they are both exerted, rather shamelessly lying together on the floor, with the fireplace blazing on.
Holmes turns, molding himself against Watson's side and throwing a leg over Watson's as he settles his head against Watson's shoulder.
"I do believe you are better than the actual Father Christmas," he murmurs with a smirk, idly running his thumb over Watson's chest. "As that was the most satisfying present I have received for Christmas in all my life."
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He slides a hand into Watson's hair then and tugs his mouth up for a kiss, very possibly not being very gentle on purpose; the kiss is heated and a little bit rough.
"Of course," he says, breathless as the kiss breaks, "I do generally deduce them beforehand."
Holmes's track record at being able to guess at the contents of his Christmas packages continues on through this evening, as once he is finished unwrapping Watson, he is not very surprised but nonetheless exceedingly pleased at what he finds inside. This is equally true for Watson and Holmes would bet good money that Watson positively scintillated that evening and deduced his own present as well.
They are both so eager about their unsurprising presents that they do, indeed, try them out immediately until they are both exerted, rather shamelessly lying together on the floor, with the fireplace blazing on.
Holmes turns, molding himself against Watson's side and throwing a leg over Watson's as he settles his head against Watson's shoulder.
"I do believe you are better than the actual Father Christmas," he murmurs with a smirk, idly running his thumb over Watson's chest. "As that was the most satisfying present I have received for Christmas in all my life."