"Immediately." He directs Watson toward the bedroom, a little amused by them going into this still wet. It's different and new, after all, and new things combined with Watson never fails to thrill Holmes to his core. No doubt he should be ashamed for how he feels, released upon Watson's body; he shouldn't feel like a starving man given a feast, but he does, and oh well. Watson doesn't complain about it.

He waits for Watson to settle on the bed with hungry eyes and is on him nearly instantly. As he straddles Watson's waist, their cocks brush, and he gives an entirely involuntary moan, along with a less-than-involuntary movement of his hips that brings their cocks together again.

He decides to begin with Watson's chest, licking away stray water droplets, while his hands take care of remembering Watson's arms, following the curves and reaching in to cover the more sensitive skin.