John watched him pace and move. He listened to the words and then pursed his lips together. He got up and grabbed Sherlock's shoulders.

"I want you." He said firmly, "And you need to relax. And it can be one of two ways, by me sucking your cock until you come down my throat, or me riding you into oblivion."

John had a feeling that those words might knock Sherlock out of whatever state he was in. He hoped.