John was nearly lost with pleasure and want. He wanted to have Sherlock pressing down on him, holding his wrists. Fucking into him. Over and over. He shuddered and nodded. He was only vaguely aware of what Sherlock was saying.

Bed. He pulled off of one nipple and blew on it before tilting his head up. "The faster we move, the faster I can have your cock in my arse."