His eyes flutter shut at the hand in his hair, momentarily distracted from his task. That near caress is more affecting than any of the touches in lust have been, and it nearly startles him how it ripples through his body. He glances up at Watson, up the length of his body to his face, and something inside him constricts.

He flashes Watson a smile, suddenly warmly affectionate in the midst of his lustful feelings, and he brushes a gentler kiss to Watson's skin.

As Watson's pants are now undone, he moves back up Watson's body and kisses him softly there, reaching down to undo his own flies.

"Ready?" he asks in a murmur against Watson's lips, laying his hand against Watson's thigh and waiting for permission.