John let himself be tugged and pulled. He didn't argue. No. Not when there was sex in his future. Sex with Sherlock. He would be lying if he had never noticed the man's unique brand of beauty.

Once in Sherlock's bedroom, he started to work on removing his trousers and the pants that lay under. Soon enough he was nude for Sherlock. Every part of him was open for the man's perusal. He swallowed, but didn't shift to hide. No.