The taste of the honey mingled with the salty, distinct taste of Watson's skin is making for possibly the richest dessert he's had in recent memory, though the taste is secondary in this whole project. What is of primary concern is Watson's reaction that he's currently experiencing, which rounds out the sensory input.

"How obliging," he murmurs, a hint of a smile touching his lips, before he grazes his teeth against Watson's skin in a gentle but distinct bite. He can't help it; the way Watson pulls at his hair is stirring something aggressive in Holmes. "If you don't mind, I'll take a second helping," he nearly purrs, leaving honey along Watson's neck so that he can follow the trail once again, more roughly than before.