"I do," he purrs against Watson's skin, quite pleased with himself. If he can't bugger Watson to his heart's content -- and he presumes he won't be able to -- then he will toy with Watson until he's had his fill.

He doesn't stray again from Watson's chest until it's received the same thorough attention as the other side, but soon enough he finds himself at Watson's hips -- which both receive rather languid kisses -- and Watson's cock.

In Holmes's opinion -- and Holmes's opinions are usually facts -- Watson is gorgeous, and his cock is no exception. Slowly he kisses a trail from base to head, at first keeping his eyes closed so as to focus on such a worthy object of affection. Once he begins to pass his tongue in lazy circles around the head, however, he watches Watson with a lustful expression that doesn't lack a smirk,