Sherlock quickly divested himself of his pants and kicked them off to the side, giving John unfettered access to whatever he wanted to touch or suck or lick.

He found it hard to say anything, so he just whispered the man's name again.

"John... yes.." He was rock hard and leaking. It was flushed a deep red, angry and needy for attention. He put his hand through John's hair, encouraging him to do what he wished.

"Please."