"Tease..." John pouted a bit. He wanted to be broken down and built back up by him. He wanted to feel Sherlock, explore every part of him. He wanted. He ached.

"But I suppose we can wait a few more moments..." but what was a moment?

John licked his lips and sat back a bit. He pressed a hand to his lips. He swore they tingled a bit. But those kisses were addicting. He needed more of Sherlock. To devour him and be immersed in him.