That sound is immensely gratifying, far too satisfying, and the spell of being stuck inside his own head lifts. Holmes isn't the only one who knows his partner's body all too well; in fact, Watson may have the advantage because while Holmes's sexual prowess comes from observation skills, Watson's comes from a more genuine place of sincere lust.

Giving a small moan of his own, Holmes drops his forehead against Watson's shoulder, breathing shallowly. "Yes," he hisses, pressing a kiss to Watson's neck, and another, and finally he bites down on Watson's shoulder.