Chuckling ticklishly, Watson had to spend a moment concentrating on remembering to breathe. "Do I get to return the favour?" he asked in a murmur. "I think I would rather like that. My memory is not so good as yours... I would need more time to memorise you."

He spoke breathily, gasping occassionally, savouring every movement. "You need worshipping if any man does."

Shifting a little to accomodate his aching leg, trying not to squirm under Holmes overly much, although it was tempting to, and difficult not to. There was a lot of stimulation, and lord was he hard already, but he wanted this to last. Just... let it happen.