His smirk slides into a grin and he kisses Watson's thigh before he sits back on his heels. He's mastered the art of continuing to prepare Watson while opening the bottle of lotion in order to prepare himself. It's a useful skill, and one he's enjoyed practicing. He works his hand own hand over his cock, fully intending on giving Watson a brief show.

"So you eagerly get into bed with the Devil?" he asks, semi-playful, though there's far too much lust in his voice now to fully succeed at sounding light. He slides his hand free from Watson so that he can instead position himself properly over Watson.

"My, my. You are a slave to your desires." His desire has taken over his voice completely as he brushes a teasing kiss against Watson's lips, and he pushes his hips forward. Now he has to bite back his own moan, and he buries his face against Watson's neck, one hand keeping a firm hold on Watson's hip.