"I will," he says silkily into Watson's ear, though it takes a severe amount of concentration to keep from sounding as hoarse as Watson just now. Were it not for Holmes's extreme sense of self control, he would have pushed Watson down and begun to bring the dessert course to its grand finale, but that would be regrettable as they have barely gotten started.

He allows himself one concession; as he slides a hand into Watson's hair to unceremoniously pull him in for a kiss, he rocks their hips together, an act that forces him to muffle his groan against Watson's mouth. He's gasping when he pulls away; the control that had wrought an even tone of voice is gone, for the moment.

"But far be it from me to keep you from your share." He takes one of Watson's hands and presses the honey bottle into it. "I believe it's your turn."