"As am I," he can murmur back with certainty, and with a voice colored with hunger. He feels more like himself now than he has in days, and that's a heady rush that rivals actual rushes of lust. He wants to make Watson groan again; he wants to know he has that control as much as he did before, and maybe even start to flaunt his renewed sense of self, rather than just desperately cling to control.

He increases his pace, tightening his grip, shifts his hand to find the angle that Watson prefers.