Watson sighed, closing his eyes as he shifted up into the touch of Holmes's fingers. "Oh," he murmured, "good." He continued kissing whatever patch of skin he could reach, hungry and eager.

"Do you still want us to relocate for this claiming?" he asked presently. He gave a small, throaty laugh, kissing Holmes with small, teasing nips. "You had better decide quickly. I want to be claimed." He couldn't quite believe he was saying that, but he meant it. He meant it desperately. "And I'm impatient for it."