Even when they are clothed, he enjoys seeing Watson feel everything so completely, so unashamedly, and now when they are not clothed, to reduce Watson to this kind of desperation is an art Holmes is very interesting in crafting. Fortunately it is not a very difficult art to master.

Watson's reward for his declarations is a sharp bite on his chest, and Holmes's voice when he speaks is smooth, but dangerously so.

"What an eager soldier you are," he murmurs appreciatively, following the trail of honey across Watson's chest and down onto his stomach. "But it is not your time for action yet. For now your orders are to remain still." He is at least somewhat hopeful that telling Watson to remain still will now implant the desire to squirm or move, which would really be quite enjoyable.