At the touch of teeth, Watson inhaled sharply, his body stiffening. His fingers tightened, briefly, before he managed to regain some small amount of control over himself. He bent his head, burying his face into the top of Holmes's hair, breathing in his scent with a long, shaky, savouring breath. He truly did have the sense of being consumed, and it was overwhelmingly electrifying.

"Take as much as you want, then," he whispered hoarsely. He adjusted his grip on the table, shifting with suppressed tension, his bare leg pressing against Holmes's thigh.