Sherlock let out the longest, lewdest moan when John FINALLY unzipped his trousers. Sure, his cock was still stuck in his pants, but they weren't nearly as constricting as tight, bespoked trousers were. his dark blue pants with the black band tented obscenely in front of John, a tiny patch of moisture where the head was making the fabric pull out and slightly to the left.

"I...." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Yes.." He finally said, determined to put his hand in his mouth if it came down to it, he just needed John to do something.. ANYTHING right now before he came in his pants like a horny teenager.