"Christ."

He closes his eyes, take a breath. There is no fucking reason a conversation should be as frightening as an op. Not even with Sherlock.

If Sherlock wanted to blackmail him, Auggie reminds himself, they would have had this conversation a while ago. And there is technically nothing illegal about getting turned on by eighteen-year-olds who use safewords, and Sherlock doesn't have access to anyone from Auggie's world in any case. And besides, the idea of Sherlock blackmailing anyone is absurd.

(He still feels nervous.)

"Okay. Lead the way."

But he'll be keeping his hands to himself.