"God, but you are beautiful," he says, nearly moaning himself, but it's nonetheless true. Watson is handsome always, and he wears lust particularly well. Holmes can romanticize it and say it has to do with how strongly Watson feels most everything, but a good deal of the reason for his particular observation right now is how very much he wants to fuck Watson into the floor.

A third finger, moving quickly maybe, but Watson compels him onward with the way his hips move. It seems unfair that one person could be full of such lust in motion. Holmes might seem a god to Watson, but Watson seems one to Holmes too, with how seemingly pure he can be even in the throes of lust.