“Remember in, like, fifth or sixth grade? I was starting to get really good at poker, and going home with lots of lunch money? I got to know the principal’s office really well. He always used to say to me: ‘How come you can’t be more like your brother, Peter?’ But you know what? I was alright with that. I had no problems with that because I was proud of you. And I was never envious of anything that you had. Until now.”
That moment when Moriarty licks the dust that is mostly Sherlock’s skin and insinuates he wants the taste of fresh skin instead. In which he also says “doesn’t taste the same”, like he HAD in fact tasted the fresh skin before. That very glorious moment you realize, with extreme pleasure and equal part disappointment, that this is all playing out in Shelock’s head.
Bonus: (gif4) Sherlock inhaling deep with an almost unnoticeable gasp, like he was feeling that tongue on his skin. Could’ve even felt it at a subconscious level and probably there had been an actual physical reaction to all of this. ‘Cause this was one hell of a wet dream.