John stepped out of his trousers and pants. He stared at Sherlock and moved over to the man. He moaned softly and went to his knees in front of him.

Without any hesitation, he leaned in and nuzzled the cloth covered bulge. "I want to taste you, for you to fuck my throat, balls slapping against my chin. I want you to own me body and soul."

He mouthed at the tip through Sherlock's pants. John shuddered and closed his eyes.