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To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.

Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.

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Holmes has no trouble seeing Watson through to the end of his orgasm, but once his job is complete, he feels strongly the need for his own release. When Watson pulls him up, he follows all too easily, returning the kiss rather desperately himself. When Watson's hand finds his cock, he groans in satisfaction and rocks his hips forward, tangling a hand in Watson's hair and gripping it just tightly enough.

As hard as he is, as desperate and needy and eager he is, it doesn't take very long at all for the tension to build hot and tight in his thighs. When he can't focus on kissing any longer, he buries his face in Watson's neck, clinging to him until the tension coiling in him finally snaps and he climaxes with a groan, breathing in Watson's scent.

Kissing Watson's neck softly a few times, he sits up again, breathing heavily, and he gives Watson a very satisfied smile.

"Did you enjoy dessert?"

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"Oh, very much," Watson murmured. He dropped a few lazy kisses along Holmes's neck, while he ran his hand soothingly over his stomach. "I admit that wasn't quite what I had in mind," he laughed, breathlessly, "but I have no complaints. Oh, not nearly any complains."

He leaned his head on Holmes's shoulder, making himself quite comfortable, aware that they should get up and clean themselves. Looking over the room, though, was slightly disheartening.

"Good heavens, what a mess we've made," Watson laughed. Clothing, and dishes, and probably a stray smear of honey or two. "What a way to start ourselves off in housekeeping."

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He chuckles, leisurely kissing patches of Watson's skin, though he knows it won't be long before he has a strong desire to bathe himself. He feels uncomfortably sticky.

"How else are we to feel properly moved-in?" he teases, kissing Watson's neck and giving it a small, gentle bite. "And we couldn't have had ordinary sex on our first official night here." He kisses up Watson's neck to his jaw before leaving off, pressing close to Watson.

"For tonight we shall only concern ourselves with cleaning ourselves up. The housekeeping can start tomorrow." And Watson will do it.

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"Agreed," Watson said, emphatically. He was feeling very sticky, himself, and while the process in which he had become such had been entirely worth it, he was not going to bed in such a state.

He arched his neck under Holmes's teeth, forcing a long-suffering sigh. He really did love the sensation of being bitten, had had few partners in the past who had seemed to so enjoy biting him, but it did carry with it some unfortunate side-effects. "Look at this, look at me. I must look like the chewtoy for a whole litter of puppies," he lamented, although not very seriously. "But up you get, off my lap," he urged. "Let's the both of us share a bath and get the last of this honey off of us."

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He stands without complaint, taking a deep breath and stretching his arms over his head. "You don't look like a chewtoy," he says as he relaxes, giving Watson a sidelong glance. "Much. At least no one should see them. Unless you parade yourself around shirtless." He shoots Watson a grin.

"Also, please note that I have planned our dessert so that we might wind up in a bath together afterward. That is not coincidental." With another warm smile, he gives Watson's arm an affectionate squeeze. "Get the bath started, and I will retrieve our cigarettes."

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"Oh, is that why you went for the honey," Watson smiled indulgently. "Once again, your immoral tendencies surface."

He rose, though, stretching, and headed off to the bathroom to obediently run a bath for the two of them. "By the way," he called conversationally over his shoulder, through the open door and over the rush of water, "I have no plan of parading around shirtless for anyone but yourself. What would it do to give people the idea that I make myself available for such activities, when they're reserved for you and you alone?"

It never hurt, he thought, to appeal to Holmes's vanity, though he meant what he said.

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Holmes is smiling despite himself as he makes his way back to the bathroom and Watson. If Watson's words are a deliberate attempt to appeal to Holmes, either he doesn't notice through his flattery or he'd rather not notice at all.

"That is a very good point. Why advertise when the product is not for sale?" he says as he enters the bathroom. Walking around naked produces such a charming sensation of intimacy and companionship, and when he enters a room to discover Watson's naked form, it's difficult to hold back. He gives Watson's arse a light smack, grinning at him, and he lights himself a cigarette.

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Watson jumped a little, turning to give Holmes a not-very-serious glare. "You are an incorrigible devil," he remarked, attempting to glare and failing utterly at it.

"At any rate, I am certainly not for sale." he asked, turning back to the bathtub to attend to the faucet. "The very idea. Nor do I make myself available for charity, if it comes to that. It's very selfish of me. Light me a cigarette, would you, love?"

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"Funny. I thought I was the selfish one, not wanting to share you." He lights Watson's cigarette and holds it out to him; even this familiar act is charming for some reason this evening, and he kisses Watson's cheek. Once the tub is full, he eases himself into it, reclining back and drawing from his cigarette.

"And I'm not the only incorrigible devil around here, you should remember. Or was it that you're fierce." He smiles teasingly, resting his elbow against the edge of the tub.

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"I still like that," Watson remarked, puffing on his cigarette. "Not nearly enough people tell me that I'm fierce. What a novelty it is."

Gingerly, he stepped into the bath, grateful for the water and the warmth and the sense of cleanliness that was already imparted by it. While hardly a small tub by any means, it was still a bit cramped for two fully-grown men, and the easiest position seemed to be to settle in with his back against Holmes's front. There was something comfortably intimate about that position, too.

With the hand holding his cigarette draped lazily over the edge of the tub, he reached for the sponge with his free hand and soaked it thoroughly in the hot water.

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He isn't at all upset about how they must position themselves, and he dips his mouth to kiss the back and side of Watson's neck, tenderly. Snaking his arm around Watson, he plucks the sponge out of his hands.

"Allow me," he murmurs, then more lightly, "it is my fault, after all." He runs the sponge over Watson's chest, able to tell what he's doing without needing to see Watson's front at all. To have him so well memorized gives Holmes a sense of accomplishment.