Watson's breath caught, and then continued, with a measured attempt at being slow and even, while it was undeniably coarser in tone, more laboured. The urge he felt was something akin to the desire to devour Holmes, but he still retained the sense to realise this was not necessarily a good idea. Let Holmes devour him, bury himself in Watson in whatever way he wanted, that was safe.

He kept his touch on Holmes's cock light, matching the speed of Holmes's hand on his. He brought his other hand to the back of Holmes's neck, keeping his touch light and gentle, stroking the skin there in soothing circles.