This was perfect, this was just what Watson had hoped for and needed. He groaned, rather weakly. His breathing came harsh and rough in his throat. He was lost, quite lost, and he distantly imagined being quite thoroughly decimated, fucked through the floor and lost to all sort of consciousness ever again. He couldn't say he minded that so much, either.

Because he had to, because there was nothing left to him but desperate desire and desperate lustful instinct, he reached down to take his hard cock in hand. The fingers of his other hand gripped the rug beneath him tightly.