The kiss broke again. Sherlock leaned back and gave John access to his chest, letting him undo the buttons. While John was working on his buttons, Sherlock did the same, pulling John's shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoning from the top down, occasionally breaking to lick and nibble at John's neck, leaving soft pink marks that he knew would fade quickly.


"John..." He would never get old of saying the man's name, like a mantra, a prayer.